"Alright… hit me."
A faint swirl of silver and blue light spun before his eyes, then condensed into a notification:
[ Slipstream Dash
High-speed dash (500% of original Agility) that ignores all obstacles for ten seconds.
Cooldown : 30 seconds. ]
"Hmm, it's a good skill," Kian nodded, satisfied with what he got.
"By the way, how big is my Shadow Realm?" Kian asked.
[Each level gives 100 meters of space.]
[Since the host is at level 11, it now has 1100 square meters of space.]
[Also, it is fully customizable by the host—or even the Wraith, if you grant permission.]
Kian raised an eyebrow. "Customizable, huh? Like… how customizable?"
[Anything from terrain, lighting, structures, training dummies, to climate.]
[If you can imagine it, you can have it.]
"So I can make my own training ground? Or a small house inside?"
[Yes. Just speak the command or visualize what you want.]
Kian's eyes brightened.
"This is actually amazing… a private pocket dimension."
Then another thought came to him.
"Wait—what about living things? Can I store them inside?"
[Only if they are bound to you or if you give them entry access.]
[Otherwise, the realm will automatically reject unauthorized beings.]
Kian let out a low whistle.
"Nice. That makes it safe."
He looked around the empty dark space of his Shadow Realm, already thinking about how to shape it—training fields, weapon racks, maybe even a place to rest.
"Alright," he said, rolling up his sleeves.
"Let's start designing my new home."
Kian took one last look around the spacious, shadowy void, then turned his attention back to the real world—specifically, to Isabella, who had been watching him with quiet curiosity the whole time.
He grinned.
"Well, since this is your issue too," he said lightly, "I'll let you help design it."
Isabella blinked in surprise.
"Me? Design your Shadow Realm?"
Kian shrugged. "Why not? You're the one who's going to be using it with me. Might as well build something that works for both of us."
A small smile tugged at her lips, though she tried to hide it.
"…Fine. But don't blame me if I make it look better than your actual house."
Kian laughed. "Go on then. Impress me."
[Co-Designer Access granted.]
Isabella hesitated only a moment before stepping forward and placing her hand into the darkness.
A ripple spread outward like water disturbed by a pebble.
Slowly, the void changed.
Soft grass formed under their feet.
Gentle blue lights like floating fireflies lit up the air.
A path of smooth stone stretched forward, leading to a future building space.
Isabella looked back at him with a hint of pride.
"…How's that?"
Kian's eyes widened.
"…Damn. That's actually beautiful."
She crossed her arms, smug.
"Of course it is. Now tell me what you want next."
"Of course," Kian said, grinning. "Let's make the inside just as beautiful."
Isabella nodded, and together they walked toward the futuristic looking house.
It is beautiful building from the outside, but the inside was completely empty—like a blank canvas waiting to be painted.
Kian stepped inside first and whistled softly.
"…Yeah. This place has potential."
Isabella folded her hands behind her back.
"What kind of rooms do you want?"
Kian thought for a moment, then raised a finger.
"First—my bedroom. Something simple but nice. A big bed, a desk, maybe a bookshelf."
Isabella nodded, and the empty space rippled.
A clean, modern bedroom formed instantly—soft lighting, a king-sized bed, dark wood furniture, and a window showing a fake starry sky.
Kian blinked.
"Whoa—fast."
She smirked.
"I am a Wraith, not an interior decorator… but I think I can manage."
Kian walked around the room, impressed.
"Okay, okay—this is amazing. Next… a training hall. Big, open space. Maybe some weapon racks, dummies, and targets."
The shadows shifted again.
A huge training hall expanded in the adjacent area—smooth floors, reinforced walls, floating orbs of light, and racks forming along the sides.
Kian grinned widely.
"Perfect."
Isabella gave a small, proud nod.
"What else?"
He rubbed his chin, thinking.
"Hmmm… maybe a small lounge? Sofa, table, some warm lighting. A place to relax."
Isabella snapped her fingers.
A cozy living space appeared—soft couches, warm lights, and a small fireplace that burned without heat.
She turned to him again.
"Anything more?"
Kian raised an eyebrow playfully.
"Are you sure you're not secretly a home designer?"
She rolled her eyes, but a faint smile tugged at her lips.
"Just tell me what you want, Kian."
Kian chuckled and waved his hand."Alright, alright… let's just go with the flow."
And so they did.
They moved through the empty realm like two kids set loose in a giant sandbox.
At one point, Kian jokingly said, "What about… a room full of silly jokes and useless stuff?"
Isabella raised an eyebrow. "Useless… stuff?"
But she still snapped her fingers.
A door appeared.
Inside was absolute nonsense—a giant rubber chicken throne, floating laughing masks, a bookshelf labeled "Jokes So Bad They Hurt,"and a plushie army stacked in a pyramid.
Kian burst out laughing."Okay, this is cursed. Delete it."
Isabella didn't even hesitate—poof—gone.
They kept experimenting.
A mini garden with glowing flowers.
A bathroom so luxurious it looked like a hotel suite.
A kitchen Isabella insisted on making despite not needing food.
"Why a kitchen?" Kian asked, confused.
She shrugged, a faint blush on her cheeks."You humans find comfort in warm places… I merely wished to create one for you."
Kian smiled softly."That's… really sweet, Isabella."
Piece by piece, the Shadow Realm transformed.
The once empty, dark space became a beautiful, harmonious home:
– sleek modern bedroom,– massive training hall,– cozy lounge,– magical garden,– warm kitchen,– relaxing bath area,and open spaces filled with soft silver-blue light.
Finally, Isabella clasped her hands together, satisfied.
"It is done."
Kian stepped back, taking it all in.A place built from shadows, imagination… and her effort.
"It's beautiful," he murmured.
Isabella bowed her head slightly, her silver hair flowing like moonlight.
"And it belongs to you, Kian. To us."
He smiled warmly.
"Yeah… our Shadow Realm home."