The snapping sound echoed across the battlefield.
And reality began to wrap as the Domain of Despair materialized.
The ground beneath everyone's feet turned pitch black.
The storm clouds overhead vanished, replaced by a crimson sky that pulsed with energy.
The boundary of the Domain remained open and visible at the edges.
Two kilometers in all directions, the space belonging to Damian's authority completely.
And suspended in the crimson sky, hundreds of wolf corpses hung motionless, their eyes still closed, waiting for the command that would give them purpose.
But this time, something was different.
High above, in the center of the blood-red sky, something began forming.
A black sun, radiating darkness itself, growing larger with each heartbeat until it dominated the entire sky.
The instant the black sun fully formed–
BOOM
Pressure crashed downward like the weight of mountains falling from the sky.
