The inquisitor's name was Commander Vane. He was a master of the 'Cloud-Mist Dao.' He looked at the manga pages scattered around with pure disdain. "Heresy," he spat. "A world without Emperors? A world where commoners defy the gods? This 'Manga Path' is a poison to the Empire."
He raised his hand, and thick, suffocating smoke filled the shop. "By order of the High Emperor, this sanctuary is closed. The boy will be taken for soul-searching."
Ray finally stopped drawing. He looked at Vane through the brim of his straw hat. "[System], activate [Loguetown Field: The Storm of Fate]."
The sky outside Oakhaven turned pitch black. Thunder roared, and for the first time, the smoke from Vane's magic didn't obey him. It was pushed back by a sudden, violent gust of wind.
"In this shop," Ray's voice echoed like a king's, "the only law is the story I write."