The Sun Domain didn't blind. It didn't dazzle.
It revealed.
Everything within its boundary, every stone, breath, tremor, was laid bare. The world inside it burned in sharp lines. No illusions. No shadows. Just truth.
Eldrin stood at the center, the heat folding around him like a second skin. Flames licked the soles of his boots without singing. Light pooled behind his eyes like a rising tide.
'He should be flinching,' Eldrin thought.
'Or shielding. Or reacting at all.'
But Dythrael?
He didn't even blink.
The man, or whatever he was, remained where he stood, hands behind his back, not even stepping away from the rising corona of heat.
He should have been sweating. Skin cracking. Mana thrashing to push against the environmental shift. That's what anyone else would've done in this kind of pressure.
But Dythrael didn't look uncomfortable.
He looked bored.
Eldrin's fingers twitched.
