Dozens of massive pillars of pure light stretched from the ground into the heavens, forming a vast circular prison around the city walls.
They shone with a sacred glow, covered in faint runes and patterns that slowly rotated. Inside this holy barrier, a thick black mass churned violently, trapped and unable to escape. The contrast between light and darkness made the entire place feel like a divine sanctuary forged by the gods themselves.
Ethan stared in silence.
Then the memories of the final battle came rushing back into his mind like a flood. The light. The pain. The resolve. The judgment.
Even now, with his current realm and all his trump cards, Ethan could not believe he had created something like this.
He swallowed hard and whispered, his voice filled with disbelief and awe.
He then shook his head feeling out of place.
