"Emperor's Domain!" Max muttered in disbelief as he raised his hand to the heavens. Instantly, the sky above darkened, engulfed in swirling black flames that twisted and churned like a living sea of fury.
From within huge crown floating in the air, thousands of weapons began to take shape—each one forged from the essence of his black flames, each radiating immense power.
Swords, spears, halberds, war hammers, glaives, axes, and countless other weapons filled the skies, hanging above like an apocalyptic rain waiting to fall.
And then they did—plummeting like divine judgment from the heavens, all aimed at the Storm King standing on the platform. It was a fearsome display, the kind of attack that could obliterate a city, tear mountains asunder, and incinerate any living thing caught within its reach.
But then Max's entire being tensed. His Three Dimensional Body, which was always calm and precise, screamed in alarm. A warning. A threat. An impossible shift.