Max's brows drew closer, his crimson eyes narrowing. "Karma? Is that even real?" His tone dripped with skepticism. He believed in fate—how could he not, when so many coincidences in his life had aligned with unnatural precision? He believed in luck too, to some extent. But karma? That was too vague, too complex, too… mystical.
"It is very real," Lucien replied firmly, his voice calm but absolute. "There is cause and effect for everything in this world. Every action, every choice, ripples outward—like stones tossed into an endless sea. It's like what you might call a butterfly effect… but infinitely more intricate. Karma is the web of those ripples. Ignore it, and it strangles you. Transcend it, and it can no longer bind you."
