"At that moment Gandalf lifted his staff, and crying aloud he smote the bridge before him. The staff broke asunder and fell from his hand. A blinding sheet of white flame sprang up. The bridge cracked. Right at the Balrog's feet it broke, and the stone upon which it stood crashed into the gulf, while the rest remained, poised, quivering like a tongue of rock thrust out into emptiness."
-J .R .R Tolkien, The Fellowship of The Ring.
The watcher brought them into a space where the star was far and all the lights seems taken from their source. But the it was from a far several creatures made of thick mist that only can be seen with a star soul senses roaming free like a spider creeping in a wall.
"Is this the edge?" Primus star soul was the power of space he has felt this is where the vast universe reach it's end.
The watcher smiled and pointed to the beast, to let the other focus their senses because only Primus seems to realize where they are.