A while later, the visions faded.
Michael found himself sitting utterly still, the Law Seed resting cold and silent in his palm once again.
His breathing was steady, but his heart pounded with the weight of what he had just witnessed.
For the first time, he felt as though the fog that had always veiled the concept of Laws had been pulled back. Not entirely, but enough to grant him clarity.
If before his thoughts had been little more than speculation, fragments gathered from observation or hints gained in battle, now he possessed something real. A truth.
The seed in his hand belonged to the water element. That much he knew. More than that, he understood what that truly meant. It wasn't about summoning a wall of water, or casting a blade of it to strike an enemy. Those were mere applications. What the seed had shown him was far deeper.
It had revealed that Laws were not "abilities". They were the very concepts that the universe itself was built upon.
