My clap resounded powerfully through the cavern, extending the domain of True and False as far as the sound of the clap could reach and simply locked it down. The Death Sun's finger snap immediately dissipated as it was trapped in my domain. His eyes widened in shock, the smirk wiped clean off his face as he felt the shift in the air. The Monochrome wrapped around us like a suffocating shroud, a world devoid of color and warmth.
It is a world of everything yet has nothing, almost a replica of what once was, a simulation in my eyes, a nasty one at that too.
Monochrome is a non-colored world where everything would lose all to be one thing. Colors would become stale and comparable. Sound would lose its frequency and become a single note. The energy in the air grew thicker, more oppressive, like a weight pressing down on every cell of my body. My heart pounded against my ribcage as if trying to break free from the prison of my own flesh.
