Half a year passed inside the Labyrinth. Rhys now called this personal world the Ashen Dimension.
He was now seventeen years old. It had been one full year since he was first cast out of his home and stumbled into this place.
A teenager sat atop the highest tower of a floating city. He was meditating. Spiritual energy from the surroundings gathered around him.
It formed a visible vortex, a swirling whirlpool of pure power that centred on him. His aura started to climb. It grew stronger and stronger.
Inside his body, in his dantian space, 108 golden cores rotated like a galaxy. They were his Ascendent Cores, the result of the Labyrinth's final reward.
They swallowed every bit of the spiritual essence around them like black holes, refining it and filling his meridians with an immense power.
Suddenly, a huge explosion of energy came from the boy. It was not a loud sound, but a silent blast of pure power.
