Kaguya’s illusory moon and the sky around it bent and shuddered, collapsing inwards upon themselves to form an immense tear in the plane. Air sped into the vacuum that suddenly appeared. At last the noise seemed to die down, but the sensation never truly faded. From the rift, dozens, if not hundreds, of otherworldly, floating vessels, each large enough to carry a small city, emerged from the planar gap.