A Deliberate Grip

Consciousness ignited within my frame. I stood tall upon the clipped green lawn, immovable behind the kneeling ranks before me. A subtle power hummed in my right arm; testing this awakening, I drew my closed fingers inward, tightening my fist with deliberate precision. The resistance yielded to my command. Lowering my gaze, I leaned forward by a mere fraction and pressed my knuckle against the curved stone sphere mounted nearby. It remained unyielding, yet under my cold assessment, this domain now has its sovereign.