"This time, the Illusionary Realm should bring great benefits to my territory."
Owen took a deep breath and infused three thousand strands of Caesar Empire's Primal Faith into the Illusionary Realm.
In that moment, an invisible light shield surged from Owen's palm, expanding rapidly and engulfing the vast reaches of his domain in one breath.
Gazing at the fully expanded realm, Owen's eyes filled with anticipation.
He was genuinely curious to see what changes this considerable expenditure of divine points and Primal Faith would bring to his land.
He didn't have to wait long before his attention shifted to a new object in his possession—the Whip of Divinity.
The whip was pitch black, entwined with thorn-like textures, wrapped in a smoky grey aura that seemed to exist somewhere between the physical and the illusory.
