The situation felt surreal.
It was just a single word— one Carius had heard countless times in this new world.
For the masses, witnessing the formation of a domain was a rare, awe inspiring event, but Carius was not one of the masses.
Due to his race's abilities and his father's training, he had seen domains of all shapes and sizes formed by those of his race. He had watched, studied, and analyzed them, all to awaken his own domain faster.
But now, even though he had experienced domains countless times, something felt different. Something felt wrong.
A person he considered nothing more than an insect had spoken a single word, and yet he felt fear.
Fear?
The grip on his sword tightened as he steadied himself within the water filled dome. Space wrapped around him and his alternate self, shielding them from the crushing waves as they hovered high in the dome. Both versions of Carius watched, their expressions cold but wary, as they observed the chaos unfolding.
