"As are we." Yawgmoth's great arms embraced his Dark Lady and the Void shifted, the mimicry of her dungeon faded away for a brief moment to the vast endless expanse of abyssal blackness. A hole tore itself open among the fabric of reality and gave them a port hole's view of the cliffs. With one great stride the Lord of the Wastes took them through and back to the Syndicate grounds.