Epoch of Cinders wasn't a domain of powerful attack. It was a domain of principles where Rhys set the rules, and those rules could change whenever he wanted.
When he activated it, the normal laws of the world became useless here. This part of the world became his personal place, governed by his personal laws.
It was flexible, as he could change the laws as he needed.
The two domains, one of raging crimson and the other of silent grey, strained against each other. The floating island groaned, threatening to shatter under the pressure of two competing realities.
Kaelen's manic grin was gone, replaced by a look of utter disbelief.
'How is this possible?' Kaelen muttered internally.
He could not comprehend it. His Origin Skill, the Sanguine Apocalypse, was the ultimate expression of his being.
It was a law born from millennia of demonic heritage and the lifetimes of pain from millions of demons. It should have been unstoppable.
Yet, it was being held at a perfect stalemate.
