The Devil’s Domain was no longer just a dream.
Within a day, the black towers had stabilized, pulsing with crimson veins of light that wove through the air like living roots. The sky had calmed, though lightning still flickered across the horizon, a reminder that balance was not yet restored.
Kael stood at the heart of his new world — a circular platform floating above molten rivers, the throne of the new System.
The platform pulsed faintly beneath his boots, echoing his heartbeat. From above, it looked like a massive sigil — his sigil — carved into the world itself.
Lira approached quietly, her expression wary. “It’s growing faster than I thought possible.”
“It’s alive,” Kael replied, his tone low and steady. “The System feeds on creation itself. Every thought, every will, every choi
