Tyler tried to run.
But before he could take another step, the sky above him bled crimson.
The world around him warped, vanishing into a sea of red mist and silence. The trees, rubble, and even the distant sounds of fire and screams—all gone.
"Domain... huh..." Tyler muttered under his breath.
His hand instinctively tapped the side of his watch, activating his portable Waypoint Terminal. One press, and he'd be out. He could escape any time—but not without finishing this.
He couldn't let the Clown live.
If he let a maniac like the Clown live and went further into the Northern Seas, it would only be a matter of time before the madman would come hunting him—and worse, his crew.
He needed to end it now.
With a deep breath, Tyler activated his own Domain.
