Chapter 767: Chapter 768 Domain Domains were a characteristic of the fifth class advancement. It was a symbol of authority, the dividing line of power. However, they were still something someone at the fourth class could use. The most basic requirement for reaching the fifth class was the creation of a domain. And in order to create a domain... Damon had no idea how to do that. However, he did know that some creatures at the fourth rank possessed a simple domain, an area of influence where they had authority. The Beldam of the Evil Forest had one around her home, where she controlled everything. The strange saint in the library of Lysithara had one as well. And yet... they were both in the fourth class, not the fifth. To reach the fifth class, one needed to create a complete domain. So why was the Beldam’s domain incomplete? Simple, she could not use it outside the place she had fixed it. She had been building it, but it wasn’t finished. Those in the fifth class had a complete domain, one with all the powers and abilities a true domain offered. A fifth-class being was not allowed in this world simply because the highest-ranked native was a fourth-class. Therefore, this creature, the mirror seraph should not be capable of using a domain. But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that the mirror seraph was already a higher rank than the fourth. In truth, it was suffering under the suppressive effects of this world. So for that reason, it had taken a risk. It deployed its fifth-class domain while restricted to the fourth class. After all, it had already been proven that a fourth-class could use a domain. Secondly, this was its area. It was being attacked in its own home. Who was to say it hadn’t taken precautions? Lastly, it had a fifth-class or higher comprehension of what a domain was. And with that understanding alone, it would be able to bring out a frightening amount of a domain’s true power. Damon could tell they were in danger. He had experienced the insidious effects of a domain before, but only that of the fourth class, never the fifth. Fourth-class domains did not seem to have a physical effect. They existed, but only as an outline... a blueprint. But even that outline was powerful. In her domain, the Beldam could control everything in her house. Her domain allowed her to see and hear their every move. Back then, Damon had been forced to pretend he was under her control to deceive her... and, in doing so, also deceive his friends. But the mirror seraph’s domain was different. This domain was complete in terms of understanding. Damon could tell that much, even with his ignorance. Lazarak narrowed his eyes slightly, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. "This thing’s gone crazy... to think it would risk using a domain in a lesser world without a single fifth-class being in it..." He smiled coldly at the mirror seraph. "He’ll get crushed by the laws of this world." Damon glanced at the mirror seraph. From its two remaining wings, a deep fog poured out... the fog spreading across the cathedral. When it grew sparse, Damon found himself standing in an entirely different place. The world was almost illusionary, as if trying its best to become real but failing miserably. Thus it was trapped between the illusionary and the corporeal. They were standing on a realm of mirrors, hanging in a sparse fog in all directions. Up was down, down was left—no sense of direction felt correct. Platforms of mirrors flickered in and out of existence. Damon was surprisingly close to Lazarak, but Matia was in the opposite direction. "Hmmm... what’s this guy’s actual rank..." Damon muttered. Lazarak folded his arms. "He’s not at the seventh class, so he isn’t an actual lesser god... but he is at the third level of the sixth class advancement, officially." Lazarak glanced around the domain with a sigh. "It’s hovering between fourth and fifth. Basically, he has the understanding of a sixth-class domain, but he’s trapped in a fourth-class body... a pseudo, or maybe a quasi-domain." "Look." Lazarak pointed at the mirror seraph. Its body, aside from the place Matia had struck had a large crack. At the same time, it was drawing in the mirrors from its domain to fix itself. There seemed to be an invisible law trying to crush both the domain and the seraph until it conformed to the world’s rules. But the seraph was desperate, healing itself with the mirrors of its own domain. Once the creature stabilized, it looked at them with the cold expression of someone staring at those who had ruined everything. "...This is over. You have lost. My domain will crush you." Damon smiled menacingly as he strode forward. "Really now... I’d love to experience a quasi-domain." He drew a bow and fired a string of arrows at the mirror seraph. The seraph spun in the air as a formation of mirrors formed a pentagon, Damon felt a restrictive force surround him, slowing his body. He blinked. That was all he did. But suddenly he was standing in front of the arrows he had just shot. And from the way his body was moving, whatever slowed him would vanish in a moment. There was no way to evade. Damon would be impaled by his own arrows. Even if he moved at the last second, this body would still take massive damage. This was the power of a domain. Without a domain of your own, fighting inside one was asking to be killed. A domain allowed you to establish an area with your own rules and influence, only limited by your overall strength and comprehension. Damon was starting to understand what a domain truly was. He braced himself for the impact— A wave of darkness rushed over the arrows, shattering them. Damon was freed from the restrictions, but the force of his interrupted movement was still applied to his body. He went flying headfirst into a mirror, smashing it into pieces. "Ouch," he whispered in a deadpan tone.