"It will take time for him to stabilize his law, so for now, we just wait," R said, ignoring the question—his attention was fixed on Asher.
Pantheon's eyes narrowed (You're evading my question.)
R said nothing.
(Why can't I unlock my Law?)
(I've lived longer. Fought harder. Seen more. Lost more.)
The golden light from Asher's Law still flared in the distance, washing over them both like the gaze of a silent god.
Finally, R sighed—softly. "You really want the answer?"
Pantheon nodded.
"You did live longer. And after all that you still haven't found your truth."
(How is that related?)
"It's really simple."
"Think of water left too long in a sealed jar. No matter how pure it once was, it rots. The longer it waits, the more it stagnates."
His eyes finally shifted to Pantheon.
"He reached his peak fast. Too fast, maybe. Like I did. Still fresh. Still honest. That's why the Law answered him so easily."
