Then, without warning, it happened.
A deep pulse echoed through Max's soul.
It was not violent. It was not abrupt. It was simply vast, boundless, and final.
Space folded around him gently, responding to his will before he even consciously commanded it.
Max inhaled sharply, realizing that the sphere of comprehension had become completely transparent, its final lesson merging seamlessly with his existence.
He had comprehended Spatial Dominion.
Pure, absolute control over the fifth-level Concept of Space.
In the same instant, across from him, the temporal clone trembled as countless streams of time converged upon it. Every era, every heartbeat, every possible future compressed into a single, silent moment. When the light faded from its body, the clone opened its eyes slowly, the depths of its gaze no longer bound by linearly moving time.
It had comprehended Temporal Dominion.
The fifth-level Concept of Time.
