At that first thought, Aestrea's red slit eyes glowed brighter.
He gathered his chaotic energy, black and white aura surging violently around him as he tried to manifest his own Domain of Chaos.
But the moment he attempted it...
WOOOOONG!!!
A translucent panel appeared directly in front of his face, glowing with cold, mocking text.
[You do not have the Authority to Summon your Domain.]
"Fuck, another damn rule?!" Aestrea's eyes widened in complete shock.
At this expression, the black figure laughed.
The laughter echoed from every corner of the domain, layered with Vespera's voice and something far more ancient.
"Hahahaha… Of course you can't. The power granted by the Fourth Trumpet was none other than the ability to exert your Domain. Without it, you're still bound by the Tower's rules... like an incomplete god."
And just then...
Pffttt!
The domain twisted violently.
