At the edge of the Great Rift.
The Abyssal gods had barely charged out of the rift when they collided head-on with Qlipoth's planet-sized hammer blow.
This strike was not aimed at any individual. It was a sweeping force of law intended to reinforce the bulwark of reality and expel the "anomalies."
The structure of space rippled violently. Several Abyssal gods at the forefront were forcibly knocked back by that ultimate power of Preservation, and even the sinister radiance around them dimmed considerably.
"Build walls... isolate..." The unwavering will to protect the universe emanated from Qlipoth's massive body.
With every hammer blow, He sought to forcibly "weld" shut the Great Rift, this ever-bleeding wound.
Wherever the hammer fell, shattered spacetime was forcibly fused together, and an indestructible crystal wall gleaming amber slowly and laboriously took shape.
Yet the enemy consisted of multiple Abyssal gods, whose power was equally unfathomable.
Though Qlipoth's sudden intervention caught them off guard, they quickly reacted. All manner of twisted laws and reality-corroding powers surged forth like filthy tides, continuously battering and eroding the not-yet-formed amber crystal wall, making the wall-building process exceptionally difficult and slow.
"Dum-Dum is having a hard time blocking the door alone! Aren't you all going to help Dum-Dum?" Aha bounced about nearby, shouting as He gleefully watched the chaos unfold.
The other C'tan all shot Aha disdainful looks, but they had already begun to act.
Lan stood atop the platform, the divine body of the stellar centaur blazing brilliantly once more. Though still bearing wounds from His battle against the Chaos gods, the sharp will of The Hunt had risen to its peak.
He spread His arms, and behind Him seemed to emerge endless trajectories of star charts.
The next instant, billions of arrows forged from pure starlight and the authority