Like paint spreading across a canvas, Zaiden's authority manifested in a flash.
Jupiter's uneven terrain was suddenly replaced by a vast field of pure darkness that stretched out into infinity.
Given his cultivation, the King found it effortless to bend reality to his will. Inside his domain, time and space were distorted, cutting it off from the outside world.
"Do you like my art piece? I spent a lot of time perfecting it!" Zaiden's booming voice echoed across the plaza, his bottomless eyes locked on Michael at the far end of the horizon.
"Here, regardless of how much you struggle, you are utterly alone. No outsider can ever hope to interfere in our duel unless I specifically permit them to!"
A ripple passed across the dark earth the two were standing upon, disturbing its harmony. Then, a boundless forest of arms tore from beneath the ground, resembling the scene of awakened zombies.
