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The space around Ezra ripples, bending and warping as if reality itself were folding under his will.
A low hum grows, resonating from Skyfall and deep within Ezra's chest.
The hum rises into a crescendo, the oppressive silence of the chamber shattering as a radiant pulse of energy erupts from him, spreading in an immaculate sphere.
Time slows to a pause, growing still as the space around him exhales and collapses inward.
A deep, resounding hum echoes through the air as the surrounding space fractures, cracks splintering outward in a perfect circle with Ezra at its epicenter.
These fractures glow faintly with an otherworldly radiance, like veins of molten silver coursing through glass, creating the boundary of his dominion.
Within this space, the landscape transformed into an abstract representation of command and rule.
The ground beneath Ezra becomes a vast, seamless plane of obsidian, polished to a mirror-like finish.
