Law Manifestation Zone 43.
The sea of void behind the gates offered no warm welcome. A scene of absolute chaos unfolded within the transparent dome of Zone 43.
White lightning lashed out wildly across every inch of the rocky terrain, leaving behind crackling, scorched scars. Dark wind vortices howled across the landscape, pulverizing rocky hills into cosmic dust.
Yet, in the heart of this destructive tempest, a stark contrast stood firm: two massive spheres of light burned with a brilliant radiance, remaining as unshakable as primordial suns melting the surrounding frost.
"Master, do you intend to absorb them before we depart?" Dragnar asked, his voice raised to compete with the roaring winds.
The old dragon was bewildered. Lein had declared they were leaving the Invictus Sect and the Dominion, yet instead of heading toward the exit, they had come to this perilous manifestation zone.
