Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Lucas, his eyes sharp and calculating, sensed the shifting momentum of the battle. It was time to change the game. With a slow, deliberate gesture, he activated Void Domain, the very air around him warping and distorting as dark energy surged forth.

A low hum filled the battlefield as the domain expanded, swallowing everything in its path. The once-clear skies seemed to dim, and the ground beneath them shimmered with an ominous energy. The void itself seemed to hunger, ready to consume anything in its reach.

Inside the domain, the atmosphere grew thick and oppressive. King Lionel immediately felt the weight of its effect, his movements sluggish, as though he was moving through heavy water.

His strikes, once filled with precise power, became erratic, unstable. Even the sacred energy radiating from his body flickered, its potency dimming.

Lionel's frown deepened, his brow furrowing with frustration. He tried to shake off the suffocating sensation, but every movement felt heavier than the last. His breath came out in sharp, irritated huffs. "What... what have you done?" he demanded, his voice tight with irritation and disbelief.

Lucas's lips curved into a smug smile, his eyes gleaming with superiority. "Welcome to the Void Domain," he said, his tone calm but filled with a cold amusement. His voice echoed through the oppressive air as though the very void was mocking Lionel alongside him.

[Hah! Look at him squirm,] the system chimed in, its voice oozing with shameless mockery. [Did you see the look on his face? Pathetic. He's no match for you in here.]

Lucas chuckled under his breath, the sound low and condescending. "In this domain, your movements are slowed, your power is weakened, and any magic or energy-based attacks you throw at me?"

He let the words hang in the air for a moment, savoring the rising tension before finishing with a smirk, "They'll just be swallowed by the void. Not much you can do, is there?"

Lionel's teeth clenched in anger, his grip on the Sacred Sword tightening until his knuckles turned white.

"You think this will stop me?" he barked, his voice rising in fury. Without waiting for a response, he charged forward, every muscle in his body straining against the oppressive weight of the domain.

Lucas remained perfectly still, his smirk widening as he watched the king's labored approach. [Look at him! So desperate! I almost feel bad for him… almost.]

Lionel roared as he swung his greatsword down with all his might, but Lucas moved like a shadow, swift and precise. "Pathetic," Lucas whispered, his tone dripping with disdain.

With a swift motion, he unleashed Void Rend, tearing through the very fabric of space. The air around Lionel shimmered, warping and twisting as the void opened, ready to devour him.

Lionel's eyes widened in alarm as he summoned his Sacred Shield, a radiant barrier of light forming around him. But the shield, weakened by the domain, couldn't hold up. The void energy ripped through it as though it were made of paper, shattering it instantly.

Lionel stumbled back, his chest heaving with exertion, sweat dripping down his brow. The weight of the void was crushing him, draining him with every second.

Lucas laughed softly, the sound filled with condescension. "Even with all that power, you're nothing here," he mocked, his voice calm yet laced with cruelty. "How does it feel, Lionel? To be powerless? To know that your strength is fading, and there's nothing you can do about it?"

Lionel's expression twisted in fury, his eyes burning with hatred as he glared at Lucas. His breaths came in harsh, labored pants, but the king's pride wouldn't let him back down.

"You… you haven't won yet!" he spat, desperation creeping into his voice. But even he knew he was running out of options.

[Oh, the desperation! The anguish! You love to see it, don't you?] the system cackled, shamelessly reveling in Lionel's helplessness. [He knows it's over, but look at him. Still trying! It's adorable, really.]

Lucas's smirk never faltered. He could feel the king's resolve slipping, and he relished every second of it. "Keep telling yourself that, Lionel," he said, his voice low and dripping with amusement. "But deep down, we both know… you've already lost."

In his frustration, King Lionel clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. Desperation mixed with anger as he shouted into the air, his voice booming with an unmistakable urgency. "Velkar! Help me!"

The name echoed ominously across the battlefield, the sound reverberating through the oppressive atmosphere of the Void Domain.

For a moment, there was only silence, but then the sky above began to darken, a heavy, suffocating presence descending upon them. The air grew thicker, as if the very atmosphere was recoiling from what was approaching.

Moments later, a dark figure appeared on the horizon, his silhouette cutting through the bleak sky. Velkar, the new leader of the Necrovauld Academy, descended slowly, his power palpable even from a distance.

As he landed beside Lionel, his once-human skin, now a deep, dark reddish hue, glistened with an unnatural glow—a clear sign of the dark powers he had absorbed.

His very presence radiated dread, the weight of his aura making the air itself seem heavier. The ground beneath him cracked slightly from the pressure of his dark energy.

A wicked smirk curled onto Velkar's lips as his glowing, malevolent eyes locked onto Lucas. "Ah, Lucas," he began, his voice low and dripping with dark amusement. "We meet again."

There was a sinister edge to his words, the kind that made the hairs on the back of one's neck stand on end. The last time they had met, Velkar had been a mere shadow of what he was now. His newfound strength was unmistakable.

Lucas's smirk, which had held firm throughout the battle, faltered—just for a moment. His eyes narrowed as he quickly assessed Velkar, noting the drastic change in his aura. The Necrovauld leader had grown far stronger—far stronger than before.

A flicker of surprise crossed Lucas's face, barely noticeable but there nonetheless. He quickly masked it, though, his expression slipping back into one of calm confidence. He couldn't afford to show weakness—not now.