Sight

Drowning in questions about his existence and his world till date, a darker shade of malice erupted from Ken, veiling his figure that sat within a space crack his mere presence caused.

A silhouette resembling an eerie art had been birthed by the crack in reality behind Ken, who had his two pairs of 13 and 10 meters long wings wide open while his right leg dangled mid air.

His ominously sharp gaze faced forth at the eerily beautiful crimson world only he could see.

Raising his arm at his line of sight, Ken gazed at his tense, clawed fingers that snapped to form a blackening crimson globe over his palm—within the globe, every trace of mana disappeared!

Furrowing his brows, Ken focused, resulting in yet another miniature sphere within the globe manifesting at the very edge of the globe. The mana soon accumulated within the minute sphere which then began to move within the globe.....

That was basic idea behind the dome he wanted to reign over.