Victor floated above the barren ground, his gauntlets glowing with soft blue light as he traced a perfect square across the landscape.
The edges of the air itself warped, folding inward like cloth pulled through a slit. The entire region, including the small house, the surrounding land, and the shimmering barrier, sank into the distortion.
A low hum spread across the plain. The soldiers watched in awe as the space twisted and tightened.
Victor raised his hand.
"Space Cube, activate."
A blinding flash followed. When it faded, the circular patch of land was gone. Only a smooth crater remained. In Victor's hand rested a transparent cube the size of a fist, inside which the stolen land hovered like a miniature world.
The space cube was a supreme treasure they used to rob, cough cough, gather resources throughout the universe.
