Pyris opened his eyes, but he didn't move—not yet.
The bedroom around him was silent, bathed in a sleepy, silver light bleeding through the curtains. The sheets clung to his body, warm and weightless. But his thoughts were already elsewhere—drifting, circling, spiraling around one question that refused to leave the center of his mind. A question that echoed with no words, yet thundered through every corridor of his soul.
And then he slipped.
Not out of bed—but out of self.
His soul unraveled gently, as if his body was nothing more than an afterthought, and descended into the vast, divine core that churned at the center of his being.
The Mana Pool.
But calling it that was… almost insulting now. It was no longer a "pool"—it was an entire cosmos. An ocean with no end. An abyss glowing with terrifying beauty. And today—it had grown again.
Pyris's foot touched the surface, and the world beneath him obeyed.
