Kyle let the gloomy darkness around him devour his life force, offering it as much as it demanded. The pain was excruciating, of course—but he had grown far stronger now and could endure it without losing his mind.
In fact, the more intense the pain from the law became, the more exhilarated he felt—because if it demanded this much just to give its name, then it had to be powerful.
Very, very powerful.
A law that demanded pain, sacrifice, and unwavering will just to grasp its essence… was undoubtedly worth mastering.
Kyle's eyes trembled, yet he laughed.
The pain and agony weren't in vain—they were proof that he was drawing closer.
Closer to grasping something incredible.
A law powerful enough to destroy worlds… or remake them. If he could survive this, he would surely become powerful once again.
It was a good thing he had taken traces of this eerie yet powerful law from Avalon—so he could study and master it in the future.
