This was the paradox of the Sixth Stage, a mutual encroachment where neither side held the high ground. To Nwadimma's eyes, the shimmering aura around Osita wasn't a mere shield, it was an expansion of his domain compressed into a singular point. She was standing within the breath of his reality just as surely as he was submerged in her shadows.
Her attention shifted as the three Paragons finally tore through the threshold of the room Osita had trapped them in. They emerged into the overlapped space, blinking at the surreal, dark overview of the Omadi Kingdom. It took them only a heartbeat to recognize the suffocating pressure of a dual-domain clash.
Before they could even draw out their own laws, Nwadimma's voice rang out "Protect the King and the Kingdom," she ordered. "Leave this one to me."
The moment her focus flickered to her subordinates, Osita seized the opening. His eyes flashed with a cold, predatory light as he invoked the true nature of his power.
