Max sat cross-legged within the Dimension of Time, a pocket realm where seconds stretched into days, and days could be bent into weeks if he willed it. The air shimmered faintly with the distortion of slowed time, every breath echoing louder, every strike of his sword trailing long arcs of intent.
Sweat rolled down his temples as he practiced the new techniques he had recently acquired from the Great Ruler Empire—intricate sword forms that merged with his concepts, new lightning technique and a flame technique.
Between each motion, his mind wandered. His lips moved slightly, muttering to himself.
"Sovereign Conference…" The words slipped out in a low tone, heavy with thought.
He paused, wiping sweat from his brow as his gaze drifted across the dim horizon of his private dimension. 'The Sovereign Conference will be held in four months' time. And yet, isn't that the same period as the Four God Nation Genius Conference?' His brows furrowed. 'Will they cancel it? Or merge the two?'
