Adam didn't move at first.
Just a small smirk.
Then—he snapped his fingers.
And everything stopped.
Jordan blinked.
The world bent.
Then peeled.
Like layers of paint stripped off canvas.
The colors drained. The air froze. The broken battlefield shattered like glass—and beneath it?
A different realm.
No... not just a realm.
Adam's world.
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Everything was black and white.
Mountains floated upside down. Rivers flowed in circles. Suns blinked like lightbulbs in the sky, and the moon pulsed like a heartbeat.
There was no ground—just an endless void of fragmented terrain spinning around a giant black sphere in the distance.
And in the center of it all?
Adam.
Feet hovering just above a platform that wasn't really there. Arms loose at his side. His coat barely fluttered—there was no wind here. Only pressure.
Crushing.
Ancient.
Primordial.
Jordan looked around slowly, lips parted. "Where the hell is this?"
Adam didn't answer.
He didn't have to.
This was his domain.
