I adjusted my robe and let the tornado of violet Essence hum around my body. The domain waited like a sealed room.
The tablet behind me glowed faintly with the runes I had written into it. The chains were tight, the mirage-volcanoes stood silent, and the dim forms of the Abyss Core and the dead Star watched without sound. It felt like the moment before a verdict.
I had shaped the idea in my mind until it was perfect.
A door that could lock space and time. A ticking face on the door that counted moments down or up. A devour that would not only eat flesh or stone, but laws, motion, memory, Essence, everything that tied a thing to its existence.
And I wanted it to live as a small object in my hand, a cube the size of my palm that I could throw like a seed. When it opened, the field would expand and become a prison anyone could not escape from.
I reached for the laws inside me. Space, time, devour. The three of them were threads I had woven together before, but never like this.
