Ailsa stood frozen. Little Gem was buried in her chest, the little one looking around in confusion weakly before laying back down to enjoy her nap.
The world of Monarchs... it was said that the Ruler Realm was the watershed of the Immortal Realm, a symbol of one leaving the land of mortals. But, the reality was that this was at most dipping one's toes into this new Realm.
The true embodiment of Immortals was the formation of one's Small Realm, the sign of officially becoming the Monarch of one's Inheritance.
The first Realm, the Heir Realm, was just the beginning. It allowed one to call upon Essence to strengthen one's attack and its impact was minimal.
The Impose Realm allowed one to touch the world of Domains a small bit. One could form Realms of suppression and impede the strength of one's enemies.
