Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, Max began to feel the fifth-level concept of space taking shape within his mind.
The scattered fragments of spatial law that once drifted like mist now moved with purpose, aligning themselves in delicate patterns he had never been able to perceive before.
Each passing moment revealed another layer of meaning, another hidden rhythm that pulsed beneath the structure of reality. The progress was painfully slow, yet undeniably steady, and for the first time since he began this comprehension of 5th level concept, Max felt a genuine sense of advancement.
Even though he knew that fully grasping the essence of Spatial Dominion was still incredibly difficult, he could also sense that it was not beyond reach. The difficulty did not stem from his talent or comprehension but from the broken laws of the world that constantly resisted any attempt to ascend beyond the fourth level.
