The golden oak radiated a faint golden glow in all directions. Abel had the feeling that the earth and sky illuminated by the golden light seemed to have changed somehow.
In particular, the place where he stood had been the first to be illuminated by the golden light.
The golden light continued expanding in a strange manner in all directions, and the area it illuminated kept growing.
Abel felt that the places touched by the golden light had become his divine kingdom. This was not the previous feeling of merely resembling a divine kingdom; he could genuinely sense something akin to a divine kingdom.
He did not know whether this feeling was an illusion. This was the True World, not a divine kingdom or real world formed from energy.
Of course, even with this feeling, it would not help his strength in any way. This advantage would only manifest if he brought his enemies into the Dark World.
He did not use teleportation. With only a thought, he appeared at a place within his line of sight.
There was no difference from being in a divine kingdom. He pointed at a stone on the ground, and under the influence of a strange force, the irregular stone twisted continuously before ultimately becoming a statue of an oak.
Although it had been transformed from stone, the oak statue's every leaf—and even the veins on those leaves—could be seen clearly upon close inspection.
Even a master sculptor could not achieve such a level of carving. Yet with nothing more than a gentle point of his finger and a mental image of an oak, he had completed it.
The area illuminated by the golden light was still not large, but Abel sensed that the golden oak intended to cover the entire Dark World with