Time seemed to blur for a brief instant.
When Ethan opened his eyes again, he found himself standing within an entirely different space.
This was the Ruler's Space of the Feral Mountain Realm.
Unlike the chaotic and violent lands below, this place felt calm, ancient, and overwhelmingly vast.
The sky above was neither blue nor dark—it was a swirling expanse of bronze-gold light, threaded with faint crimson streaks of bestial qi.
Beneath his feet was solid ground formed from condensed essence, every step echoing faintly as if the realm itself acknowledged his presence.
The moment Ethan breathed in, his pupils contracted slightly.
'So dense…'
The entire Ruler's Space was saturated with Bestial Essence, far purer and thicker than anything found within the Feral Mountain Realm itself.
Even standing still, Ethan could feel the essence naturally flowing toward him, drawn by his authority as the ruler.
