Everyone realized hearing him understanding dawned upon them. It was no secret that only Max possessed the twelfth layer Infernal Demon Tattooe so him being able to comprehend a domain didn't seem that much suprising after knowing the legend of the Infernal Demon Tattooe.
But they were all shocked. They were bound to get shocked. A Domain was a myth, a legend in the Lower Domain so being inside of a domain made their heart trembled no matter how strong they could be.
And all around them, across the scorched field of bones, as undead, demons, elves, and humans alike stood paralyzed by pressure and fear—Max stood alone in the sky, cloaked in living darkness, his infernal wing unfurled, his eyes glowing red like hellfire itself.
"Now," he whispered, and his voice carried across the entire domain like thunder wrapped in silence.
"Let the slaughter begin."
And then… they began to emerge.
