Ethan sat cross-legged in the center of a quiet garden terrace high above the city, where moonlight gently filtered through ethereal clouds and bathed the stone floor in silver. Despite the serene ambiance, his mind was anything but still.
The seal Barki had placed still glowed faintly on his chest, reminding him of what had been restrained. His Primogenitor power, his Path, the Sync. Everything reduced, so he could begin again — properly.
The Grimoire of Order floated beside him, pages fluttering as though caught in a nonexistent breeze. A faint golden glow circled the grimoire, reacting to Ethan's calm focus.
"Begin," the Grimoire said in his mind. "Let us understand the Saint Realm from within."
Ethan inhaled slowly, letting the world fade.
The garden vanished.
His breath deepened.
A vision bloomed.
