It possessed dominance, an overwhelming authority over space itself. When expanded, that dominance could reject, suppress, and even control access within its influenced domain.
He recalled reading a passage long ago.
"The greater the temporal storage level, the greater the sovereignty it exerts."
Such an artifact was normally something only royal-class beings could wield. For it to end up in Ivy's hands was… extraordinary.
At first, Damien had worried about how to infiltrate the base, but after multiple failed attempts, he reluctantly withdrew and decided to wait.
'If force cannot open the door, then I will move a piece on the board.'
As he stood there considering his next move, he noticed someone being shoved out of the base.
A young woman stumbled forward, Grace.
Her face was flushed with anger, her fists clenched as she pointed back toward the gates. "You'll regret this one day!" she shouted. "All of you!"
No one responded.
