The suffocating silence after Caidon's sword domain fully materialized was deafening. The ground was barren and jagged, the sky a swirling mass of shifting darkness. It felt alive, pressing against Klaus with an oppressive, tangible weight. Each breath felt heavier, as if the air itself was unwilling to cooperate.
But Klaus stood unmoving, his sword held loosely at his side. His sharp blue eyes cut through the desolation, taking in every detail of the domain. The swirling shadows, the shifting terrain, the faint hum of energy in the air—every element of this world was Caidon's will made manifest.
This wasn't just a fight anymore; it was a game of control.
Caidon circled Klaus, his steps measured and deliberate, the jagged stones crunching beneath his boots. "You're quiet, boy. Is the weight of my domain finally settling on you?"
Klaus tilted his head slightly, his expression calm. "It's a clever trick, I'll give you that. But I've seen better."
