"He moved it!" Chief Igris exclaimed, shock flashing across his face before a slow smile followed. His heavy hands clenched with satisfaction, and for a rare moment, the iron hardness of his demeanor softened. He was genuinely pleased.
Yet within his heart lay a truth he had never spoken to Max. The story he had told three months ago had been a lie. Not all of the geniuses he had once trained had managed to move the black cube. In truth, almost none of them ever did.
The Divine Veins could still be opened without such monstrous strength, but those who lacked it quickly reached their limits. They became stuck, unable to push past the second or third level of the Divine Veins, forced to linger there for the rest of their lives, unable to climb any higher.
