Two powers erupted at once.
The world around Arthur and Lucas twisted as their domains unfolded, swallowing the ruined Imperius estate in overlapping tides of authority.
From Lucas, a golden dome expanded outward, radiant and blinding. Its light washed over the battlefield, turning broken stone and blood into something almost sacred. The air inside hummed with dense, swirling currents of energy—fire, lightning, gravity, pure mana—all compressed and layered over each other.
From Arthur, a crimson dome surged up to meet it.
His domain was darker, heavier—a corrupted sky of blood-red clouds and writhing shadows. The ground inside it became an endless, seething sea of blood, waves rising and falling as if the land itself were bleeding.
The two domains collided.
Golden light clashed against crimson gloom.
