The heavy, suffocating weight of Emperor Huang Long's Spatial Law Domain pressed against the very fabric of reality across the capital region, an omnipresent reminder of the True Martial Emperor's absolute authority. Yet, within the opulent, heavily militarized confines of the First Prince's encampment, a single, microscopic void existed.
Alaric stood in the shadows of his luxurious guest chamber, looking down at his chest. Resting against his skin, suspended by a cord of woven spirit-silk, was a heavy, octagonal medallion forged from a dark, swirling mixture of Stellar-Iron and Void-Crystal Sand. The metal had been meticulously shaped into the roaring visage of an Azure Spirit Lion. It was not a weapon to be drawn, nor a shield to be raised. It was a masterpiece of Eight-Layered Array Formations, continuously humming with the Eight-Desolations Void-Concealment Matrix.
