"What is happening? Is it because of my clones?" Sunny thought, his consciousness reeling from the violent feedback.
The entire Realm of Advancement, his newly claimed territory, was screaming.
With a single mental command, he called his twelve clones back through the portal, pulling them from the threshold of the Arena of Epiphany an instant before reality tore itself apart.
The temporal distortions, the spatial ruptures, the very fabric of the realm, which had been stretched to its breaking point, snapped back into stabilization.
"Nexus! What happened?!" Sunny's asked mentally through the connection between them.
"Master…" Nexus's reply was a pained, shaky thought, a mental whimper from a being who had just experienced an intense migraine.
