The snap of his fingers shattered reality. One blink—we were in Frostfang's domain. The next—everything was gone.
he frozen palace melted away, replaced by a realm of endless darkness. Above us, the sky was a swirling abyss, where red and black flames twisted like writhing serpents. The ground beneath our feet was not solid—it was ash, crumbling with every step, shifting as if trying to consume us.
Fafnir snarled, his wings spreading as he instinctively took a defensive stance. "What the hell did you just do?!"
The Beneath One stood at the center of it all, unmoved, unaffected. His dark robe billowed, though there was no wind.
His voice was cold, absolute. "This is Law Manipulation."
"This place is no longer Norkiya." His voice echoed through the abyss. "This is a realm built by my will. My law reigns supreme here."
A pulse of energy spread outward from him.
I felt it immediately. His presence doubled in strength.
No—not doubled. More than that.
