Apollo opened his eyes. They were no longer just sharp but endless—like swords that could cleave through the universe itself and weren't bound by it. And one word came to his mind as he was feeling the improvement: 'strong'.
He felt his current eternal sword rule even though it just broke through the second layer but wasn't weaker than his fourth-layer fire rules, even though it might be a bit stronger.
It had to be known that the gulf between the third and fourth layers of any rule was an insurmountable chasm, one that even the rarest laws—such as Space, Life, or Death—could not easily bridge. Yet his Eternal Sword Rule, still only at the second layer, had reached a strength equal to, if not beyond, a fourth-layer law.
It was absurd. Unprecedented.
His sword rule had transcended all known boundaries, surpassing every rule of the universe and shattering the limits written into history.
