After what felt like countless trials, countless failures, Alex stood still inside the [Creation] space, exhausted, mentally worn, and out of ideas.
He had tested dozens upon dozens of skills.
Every theory, every inspiration, even some absurd combinations that bent the limits of logic, he had tried them all.
Nothing worked.
Either they didn't activate, couldn't form, or failed the crucial requirements of power and clarity.
This wasn't a place where half-finished concepts were accepted.
You either had a fully realized skill or you walked away with nothing.
Or worse, you lost the scroll entirely.
And for Alex, that risk now loomed closer than ever.
He had only one idea left.
If this didn't work, that would be it.
He stood in silence, breathing deeply as he closed his eyes and focused everything he had into a single, final thought.
It was a dangerous idea, one that even he had dismissed at first as insane.
