Fictional Rules

Naimus reached out and took the card in hand, feeling a force of restriction within it.

He could activate this card and summon a Clown Demon possessing most of the Clown Emperor's abilities.

Yes, only a Clown Demon, not the Clown Emperor.

Its personality and most of its sense of self had already been annihilated.

At the same time, Naimus could sense that the card held many other possibilities and could do more than merely summon a Clown Demon.

But this was not the time to investigate it.

He glanced at the ground. The scorched yellow earth, once stained red with flesh and blood, was now being covered by a layer of shadow.

During this time, Atata had not merely been fending off the attacks of the seven adjudicators from the Church of Precepts.

Although it had largely remained on the defensive, it did so only because waiting would allow it to reap the greatest benefits.

The spreading shadows represented the spread of Atata's power and rules.

They represented this land losing and becoming Atata's possession.

In other words, Atata was continuously plundering the primary spoils of the planar war—territory.

The more territory it possessed, the stronger it became, and the stronger Atata's momentum would grow.

Naimus clenched the card. He had no desire to become a lord without territory!

Still holding the card, Naimus stood upon the earth and spread his arms.

Behind the card, something that did not truly exist emerged. Within it, he could vaguely make out a number—181.

This was the domain name of the 181st layer, the Absurd Plains.

It was merely a form of authority bestowed by the Will of the Abyss.

Only by grasping this domain name could one resonate one's own will with the territory of the entire layer.

The instant Naimus