This was not the moment for abstract contemplation of the future. The immediate task at hand mirrored the process he had undergone upon unlocking the first star, the crimson star of the Law of Fire. To truly command a newly unlocked Law, one must venture into its very heart to inherit its fundamental power and principles.
His astral projection turned from the galactic vista and moved toward the pulsating golden star. Without hesitation, he passed through its brilliant, crackling surface. The familiar void of his inner world vanished, replaced by an entire realm composed of lightning. Countless arcs of energy in a spectrum of colors—violet, white, brilliant gold, and cerulean blue—crisscrossed an infinite sky and lanced across a ground that was itself a solid plane of captured light. The air hummed with a profound, ozone-rich energy.
