The Fallen wept as it spoke, but its tears were not weakness—they were arrogance. Each drop that fell shimmered with corrupted light, spreading a kind of corripted decay through the ground like roots of despair.
Athena did not flinch. She stepped forward, her hand tightening around her spear. A strange power welled within her veins, ancient and violent. She was the blessed of a phoenix. After consuming its heart in hell, everything about her was a different grade. Her lips moved, her voice like steel striking against steel:
"Arcane Domain—REBIRTH'S HELL."
The world around her convulsed. Her garments peeled away like liquid flame, igniting into a torrent of fire that exploded outward. In an instant, the battlefield was swallowed in her domain.
Ten kilometers burned, yet the Earth beneath was untouched—because it was no longer Earth. The Domain was its own reality, a replica of hell forged in her will.
