"Domain Expansion, " the Pope declared, his voice echoing with the wrath of a god.
He didn't need to shout. At the 7th Order, a Domain wasn't merely a spell;
it was the imposition of a supreme Will upon reality, overwriting the very laws of physics within its radius.
"Sanctuary of the Absolute Sun."
The Deep Vault ceased to exist as a physical room.
The heavy Adamantite walls, the pulverized marble of the fallen golems, and the creeping shadows of the subterranean level were instantly swallowed by a blinding, measureless expanse of pure white light. There was no floor. There was no ceiling. There was only the suffocating, burning purity of the Pope's law.
The ambient Holy Mana didn't just crystalize; it became a physical weight, pressing down on Class F with the gravitational force of an ocean.
"Gah—!" Lukas hit the ground, his knees shattering the pristine white glass that now formed the floor of the Domain.
