murim · system · cold · calculating · domain manipulation · ruthless · isolated · rebirth · strategic · empire building
The sky is a bruised canvas, rain driving in sheets against jagged ebony stone. I awaken—or this body does—to a deep, penetrating cold and a heartbeat so faint it might be imagined. Then, cessation. The torrential rain halts, every droplet arrested in mid-air. An indigo luminescence coalesces into intricate, shifting patterns. A voice, neither male nor female, resonates directly in my mind: [Rebirth confirmed.] [World: Veridian Expanse.] It bestows the Sovereign Domain System. Cerulean threads of light spiral like captive galaxies. The ground flash-freezes; the wind holds its breath. [Created: Domain 1.] The atmosphere congeals, a silvery mist churning as raw spiritual energy funnels into my core. [You are the absolute ruler here.]