At first, it was just fast — faster than any human could dream. Then the domain expanded with my will, the bubble of accelerated time growing around me until it felt like the entire world was trapped in amber while I sprinted through liquid lightning.
The scenery blurred into streaks of color. Trees, ground, sky — everything smeared into horizontal lines of light. The air screamed past my ears, but inside my domain, it was eerily silent, protected.
Faster.
The blur deepened. Reality began to fold. The streaks of light twisted into a glowing tunnel of pure energy — golden, blue, and violet strands of time-space weaving around me like the walls of a cosmic highway. I could feel the fabric of the universe stretching, thinning, and tearing at the edges.
Countless portals flickered into existence along the tunnel walls: circular windows into other moments, other places.
