This time entering the Echo of History, it's a completely different experience for Shiayar.
"Not to brag."
"Am I some kind of flood beast... Is it necessary to fear me like I'm a tiger or wolf?"
Sensing within his Astral Vision.
The Abyssal Rules, curled up and repelling him like a frightened little beast, left Shiayar speechless.
What is even happening here?
I'm just time traveling, not like I'm bullying the weak on the street like a thug.
At this point, Shiayar somewhat understands why those fabled creatures in later Eras, though still existing, prefer to hide in the depths of the Astral Realm or the outskirts of the Spirit Realm, rarely appearing on the Main Material Plane.
They only use mediums like the evil cult to exert their influence on the Western Continent to achieve their goals.
That's because once the power of a fabled creature reaches a certain magnitude, it is indeed constrained by the world's laws and cannot fully exert its power.
