Damian remained seated at the center of the azure cube while sand, demonic force, and countless attacks battered its outer walls from every direction.
The Soul Lantern flames trembled violently with each impact. Waves of blue fire rippled across the cube's surface as cracks of spiritual pressure spread through the construct. Outside, Bachi's clones assaulted it relentlessly while Mudhhib's desert domain ground against it like a giant millstone attempting to crush a gemstone into dust.
Yet within the cube itself, silence reigned.
Damian sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and his breathing steady. The raging battlefield outside seemed distant, almost unreal. Every roar, explosion, and tremor faded into the background as his consciousness sank deeper and deeper into his sea of awareness.
His figure descended gracefully through endless darkness. Below him stretched a familiar wasteland.
