"Soul Dominion..." Zephyr whispered.
"Realm of the Sovereign Sky."
The world did not shatter... it simply yielded. A silent ring of silver light spread outward, turning thirty yards of space into Zephyr's personal ground. Inside this space, the rules of force and movement stopped working normally.
The decay beam hung still like a frozen wave. The monster's needle-spears sat motionless, stripped of all power.
For Morgana and Damon, the change was shocking. The crushing weight that had been pressing them into the ground vanished, but what replaced it was worse. Inside their minds, a silent truth took hold, they were breathing air only because the man in front of them allowed it.
They didn't dare speak. To speak would be to break the delicate, terrifying balance of a Sovereign's power.
