Your victory against the Zone, though hard-won, is brief. The resulting peace is broken by several things happening at once.
As though driven by spite at the Haven's refusal to bow down, the resurgence of the Lambda is sudden, vicious, and violent
. The distant figures of the First Forged, tiny in comparison, make an appearance as they flit across the wounded sky, as they did before the Zone's eruption. But whatever they might be attempting, it is already too late.
The sky crackles with lightning and thunder, cast in the same sickly green glow of the Lambda. The crack in reality widens, surging, and the First Forged have to flee as lightning arcs wildly their way. The flash is so bright, it is impossible to see if any have been hit. The sky tears
, audibly cracking across half the horizon. To anyone who happens to be glancing at the ground
for some reason, rather than the giant rift in the sky: the shadows at the boundaries of the Haven grow darker
despite the electric light in the sky, curls of inky darkness stretching out like living things across the ground. The void beyond the yawning, electric edges of the Lambda is becoming more visible: a dark nebula, cast further in shadow by a vast form. And somethingIs coming through( The Beginning of The End... )