"Interesting."
His voice, enhanced with mana, echoed across the Seventh Floor.
"To think that a mortal capable of touching the principles of the First Style would appear within a universe such as this..."
His gaze briefly shifted toward Miya.
"Still, that does not mean or equate to anything. Every universe possesses its own peculiarities. There simply happens to be more of them here."
The Storm Tyrant's eyes remained calm.
"There are universes where every living being is born with swordsmanship etched into their souls."
"There are universes where children wield flames capable of burning mountains."
"There are universes where the concept of death itself barely exists."
"And there are universes that produce monsters capable of rivaling gods from the moment they are born."
His voice carried neither pride nor jealousy as though he was merely stating a fact.
