[Radiation has begun affecting the Suit of Aegis.]
[However...]
[Progress remains insufficient.]
[We require greater saturation.]
I nodded.
"Right."
Then I made more.
One.
Ten.
Fifty.
Hundreds of miniature stars filled Creator's Domain.
The battlefield transformed into a sea of collapsing suns.
Joaquin's expression finally changed.
"...Madman."
Maybe.
Another notification appeared
Warning.]
My smile faded.
Like a saxophone getting louder I asked in annoyance.
"What now?"
[Creator's Domain stability decreasing.]
I looked upward wondering how worst it could get.
"..."
I was silent since I was the culprit.
The space.
It was cracking faster than it healed.
The countless slashes.
The continuous explosions.
The Authorities.
Everything had exceeded the Domain's repair capacity.
"Don't tell me..."
"...Creator's Domain really is failing?"
Jeremiah answered honestly.
[The rate of destruction now exceeds the rate of restoration.]
[I can maintain the Domain.]
