Nero's connection with the vortex of prana had become deeper.
Stronger.
Before, he had only been able to draw upon a limited portion of its power.
Now…
He estimated that he could safely utilize roughly thirty percent of the vortex.
Thirty percent.
That number alone was absurd.
And Nero knew that this was still far from his limit.
Once all nine stars were unsealed and the nine Laws were completely liberated, he would finally be able to draw upon the true power sleeping within his prana vortex.
But even then…
Nero felt that there would be more.
Much more.
As the Primordial Heir of Prana—the source from which everything had originated—Nero couldn't help but feel that his path was destined to reach places no ordinary being could comprehend.
Perhaps, after unsealing all nine Laws, he could accomplish something that should have been impossible.
Perhaps he could step into a realm that had never been reached before.
A realm beyond the known hierarchy.
A realm without a name.
