The battlefield was silent—but only because the domain itself consumed all noise.

  A limitless plane, unnatural and suffocating, stretched endlessly in every direction.

  No edges. No seams. No escape.

  Kairyuuha stood in midair, posture straight, his blue short-sleeve jacket fluttering faintly, skin glowing faintly from the aftershock of prior spells. His heterochromatic eyes—one red, one blue—burned with comprehension, swirling with ancient cosmic energy.

  He took a slow breath, gaze scanning the infinite horizon.

  > "A boundaryless domain…"

  His voice barely registered in the air, but even the fabric of the false reality shivered to hear it.

  > "It can’t be broken. There are no edges. No structure to collapse."

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  But his expression didn’t shift in frustration—only calm, cutting awareness.

  Then, he looked upward.

  There.

  High above, nearly blending into the woven texture of the domain’s sky—a ring-shaped sigil shimmered. Within it, twelve eyes stared, unblinking yet twitching, almost as if aware they were being noticed. These were not meant to be seen.

  But Kairyuuha saw everything.

  > “No domain functions without control. If there are no borders, no spell circle, then this isn’t just a domain…”

  > “…It’s a semi-reality. A manufactured layer of truth. Meant to warp me, not hold me.”

  He raised two fingers, hand steady, aura cold and absolute.

  His lips moved—his voice deep and divine, yet soft, like a whisper strong enough to shatter worlds:

  > “Reality Spell…”

  > “Spell of Utter Destruction.”

  And in that moment—existence cracked.

  Above, the twelve eyes of the sigil shook, darting frantically.

  They trembled, looking in every direction as if hoping for escape.

  Then—they wept.

  Pure white tears fell from the eyes, staining the false sky as if reality itself regretted being born.

  Cracks veined across the sigil.

  Then—

  It shattered.

  Not like glass. Not like stone.

  But like a concept collapsing under the weight of something truer.

  ---

  Kairyuuha hovered where he stood.

  His jacket rippling from the unseen force around him.

  He looked up—not in triumph, but in expectation.

  From the heavens, a sacred light burst down—blinding, piercing.

  The Custodians… were descending.

  > “They were watching.”

  > “They were testing me.”

  > “And now, they fear me enough to fight… using my own power.”

  As the beams formed shapes, tall radiant silhouettes began taking form.

  The second descent had begun.