It was an extremely faint sword glow, the trail left behind by a falling leaf in the wind. Without staring, one wouldn't even be able to see it.
With a light swish, an extremely thin sword slash was drawn in the night sky.
This sword slash was on the other side of the mirror of light.
When a hole was cut in a wine bag, wine would begin spilling out.
Golden liquid gushed like a waterfall onto the other side of the mirror of light, and the mirror began to shrink.
This meant that the crystal wall was beginning to restabilize, that the path was disappearing.
The pillar of light was still connecting the two worlds.
The Archangel floated into the distance, its thin lips slightly parting as it noiselessly spoke.
With a clack, the distant end of the pillar of light was suddenly cut in the middle. Like an iceberg, it slowly slid down the smooth cut.
Half of the pillar of light dropped into the void, gradually drifting away, disappearing into space.
