The ground cracked under the spiritual pressure radiating from Lord Ryo. The air trembled, warped by a force so immense it seemed to threaten the very existence of the battlefield itself. The Guardians instinctively took a step back—not out of fear, but because they could feel the sheer gravity of the power awakening before them.
Kaelen narrowed his eyes, his wings folding slightly under the violent gust of energy.
> "His power… it surpasses the limits of the material world…"
Tavric nodded, his tone grave.
> "If Lord Ryo unleashes everything… Verdalis itself could be destroyed."
Ryo stood motionless at the center of the chaos, watching as the demonic waves reformed. A heavy silence fell—like the world itself was holding its breath. Then, in a calm, solemn voice, he murmured:
> "I cannot risk this world's destruction. Isolation."
At those words, a golden light mixed with ethereal shadows spread from beneath his feet. In an instant, everything vanished—the sky, the earth, the screams, the flames. Only a vast, luminous void remained.
The battlefield had been torn away from reality.
A parallel dimension, born from Ryo's will alone, unfolded—an enclosed space, completely sealed off from the world, where no energy could escape.
The Demon Kings widened their eyes in shock.
> "What… what is this dimension?!"
Ryo raised his gaze toward them, his voice echoing through the endless white expanse.
> "Here, there are no limits. No witnesses. Nothing to hold me back."
His aura burst forth—golden, divine, crushing the space around him. Even within this isolation, Ryo's power distorted reality itself.
Kaelen and Tavric, standing at the border of the domain, felt the breath of a force beyond comprehension.
> "Lord Ryo has isolated himself from the world… so he wouldn't destroy it," Kaelen whispered, his voice trembling with awe.
"Then… the Demon Kings are already doomed."