Takeover

From high up in the air, Atticus could see everything needed for a city to thrive. There were markets and what appeared to be government buildings. He could even see some humanoid beasts dressed identically in uniforms, patrolling the streets.

"This entire space is a manifestation of my will, my power. It is not born of mana, strength, or skill alone. The power of will—the essence that binds all actions to their outcomes. When I act, it is not merely a decision or choice. It is an absolute command of my will upon reality itself.

"It does not negotiate, it does not falter, it imposes."

The entirety of the sovereign's demeanor had changed, becoming serious. Atticus could feel the weight of his words in the air.

His aura encompassed the entirety of the chasm, and the beasts down below, roaming the streets, abruptly paused and stopped everything they were doing.