The air warped.
Not just with heat. Not just with pressure.
Reality itself bent around Lucian.
The monsters hesitated, some stepping back instinctively. They couldn't understand what changed—but their instincts screamed. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Lucian rolled his shoulders once. The blade pulsed in his hand. No longer a weapon made of metal. It was meaning. A concept made solid. A command stitched into reality.
[CONCEPTUAL DOMINION (X): Spatial Sovereignty – All space bends to the wielder's will.]
Lucian raised his hand.
The world around him… shifted.
The forest, the twisted trees, the blood-colored sky—all of it folded inward for a second like a crumpled page, then snapped back. In that instant, ten of the frontmost monsters were crushed without warning. Not slashed. Not pierced. Just… compressed. Folded into a single point of space and erased.
The rest screamed.
Lucian walked.
