Long Time No See, Boss Polaris

Above the night sky. The night sky split open with a five-meter-long spatial rift. Two golden whip-like strands, like needle and thread, tried to stitch the tear shut. But no matter how hard the young Ancient One tried, she was no match for the bizarre presence on the other side. Rather than closing, the spatial rift kept widening! Hiss, hiss!! Very soon, the spatial rift doubled in size, becoming like a miniature chasm! Crash—! Just then.