Damon stood at the edge of the obsidian platform, feeling the sensation of power humming through his body. The energy wasn't violent or an uncontrolled surge of a breakthrough or a tidal wave of uncontrolled magic that often followed an evolution.
This was something else, it was ordered and harmonized. He felt like his energy had been refined and precise. The moment he moved, his steps folded the reality around him.
The newly mastered Laws of Darkness and Space rippled in his aura. Not just mastered, claimed. He was no longer a student of these forces.
He was their wielder.
Space bent gently around him with each step, and shadows obeyed without needing to be summoned.
"Perfect," he whispered to himself.
He took a single step forward, and space peeled open. There was no stairwell or a magical bridge.
