Losing The Battle

"Domain Expansion..."

The instant those words were spoken, Zar'kul's eyes widened as he felt the already silent void descend into an even deeper stillness.

'He... he still has enough power to activate a Domain!?'

The Void trembled instantaneously.

A nebula-sized rift tore open above the void, threads of starlight wrapping and bleeding in reverse.

From within surged a monstrous, collapsing realm—a void-born throne world where gravity had increased a thousandfold, and the skies were painted in molten red and black.

At the center burned a pitch-black dying star, chained behind a fractured throne.

Its edges pulsed with malevolence, leaking void fire into the realm.

And on that throne sat a humanoid figure.

On his head rested a crown of broken halos, hovering above him, etched with ancient symbols across their surface, sending pulses of light rippling through the entire domain.