Sam and Dean did not know that the instant Heaven's Gate closed, Wu Heng had already raised his head.
He was currently on the sixth underground level of the command center. There were no machines here; this was the very bottom of the guild's underground secret vault. Beneath his feet lay stone slabs inscribed with ancient runes.
Wu Heng's movement was slight, as though he had merely been stirred by an unusual gust of wind, yet an exceptionally sharp glint flashed through his usually tranquil eyes.
He had "heard" it.
It was not a sound, but something deeper.
A muffled reverberation that pierced through every layer when some vast, ancient, eternal place was forcibly sealed shut.
The soundless wail of rules being twisted and bonds being severed.
The air trembled, the ground trembled, and even the ancient creations sealed away in the depths of the vault gave off faint resonances.
Heaven had closed completely.
It had not vanished, nor fallen silent. It was like an iron door welded shut, completely cutting off the inside from the outside.
Almost the instant he sensed it, Wu Heng had already raised his left hand.
On the Balance Gloves, the gray halo representing the "power of the Antichrist" lit up first, followed by War's red, Famine's black, and Pestilence's green, intertwining as they spun.
He did not use any complicated incantation or array. He merely spread his fingers toward the seemingly solid wall of the secret vault before him, then pulled inward!
The wall rippled like the surface of water after a stone had been thrown into it, spreading unstable waves of grayish white and dark red.
At the center of those ripples, the scene abruptly changed.
The vault corridor was gone, replaced by a vortex beyond description.
It was filled with frenzied gold-and-blue