The domain unfolded like the birth of a dying universe.
CKROOOOOM!
What had begun as a subtle warping of the arena's white stone exploded outward in a cataclysm of inverted reality.
The floor beneath my boots rippled, then shattered into fractal patterns where light and shadow devoured each other.
Sections of the arena blazed white-hot, not with heat but with pure, annihilating radiance that burned the soul rather than flesh.
Adjacent patches collapsed into absolute voids, blacker than any abyss, where even sound seemed to fall forever.
The walls of the coliseum twisted upward, reforming into towering spires of crystalline light fused with obsidian darkness, each one pulsing in perfect opposition.
My own shadow stretched across the ground, then snapped back and tried to strangle me before I slashed it apart with the Midnight Sword.
The blade cut true, but the domain drank the motion, slowing my arm mid-swing as if gravity itself had doubled.
