Aren's gaze swept across the surroundings once more, slower this time. The broken walls, scattered debris, and metal frame sticking out—it all felt off. The distance between objects felt inconsistent, like his eyes were measuring one thing while his senses told him another.
"...Tch. A Domain."
Of all the things it could've been, getting trapped in a Space-user's Domain was the worst.
Domains were already troublesome on their own, but a Domain controlled by a Space-element Mystic? That was a different level entirely. Within it, the user dictated distance, direction, even perception itself.
Paths could loop endlessly, exits could shift the moment you thought you found them, and the caster could hide anywhere within the warped space, watching without ever being seen.
Aren acted instantly, summoning his swords by his side as he stood in a defensive stance.
"…Eveline Cain," he called out calmly.
For a split second, nothing happened. Before—
