"What? That human?" Princess Zina shot to her feet, disbelief written all over her face.
"Yes, Your Highness," the messenger said, still kneeling. "The Zulcan took him into the Death Arena, and… there's been no change since then."
Zina's golden eyes widened. "You mean to tell me that human actually grasped a Law?"
The words hung in the air, heavier than the silence that followed. Zina's mind spinning.
The image of Aron flashed in her head, that human who had barely withstood a fraction of her spiritual power.
That same man was now said to have grasped a Law? The most sought-after power in the entire universe?
Legends spoke of the Dao, a mythical state where one could bend Mana itself into existence, shaping elements and phenomena through sheer will.
It was something people spent lifetimes chasing, usually without success.
"I wouldn't dare lie to Your Highness," the man said, forehead pressed firmly to the ground.
