Something started to writhe beneath Julien's feet, shifting faintly at first, then gradually spreading outward, creeping over the ground around him.
"Calling out your domain?"
The Deacon stared at Julien before shaking his head. At the same time, those around him started to get ready.
Domains weren't difficult to handle.
The key was in not entering them. So long as one didn't enter them, they were essentially useless.
There was a reason why nobody fully used their domain and only partially used it.
This was because pulling someone into a domain demanded extraordinary strength and precision. Though Julien was powerful, he was outnumbered, and the Deacon surpassed him in raw strength as a Tier 7 Mage.
'With that being said, his emotive magic has far surpassed my expectations.'
The Deacon turned to look at his comrade on the floor. His expression grew serious then.
