With that thought, Max stepped back into the Dimension of Time and sank into silence once more. His original body focused on the path of lightning while the temporal clone focused on deepening the 5th level concept of time it had just comprehended.
Time stretched endlessly, offering him all the space he needed to refine, polish, and breakthrough.
Outside, half a month slipped by quietly—though "quiet" was only true on the surface. The skies above the Lower Domain began to change. One after another, powerful auras descended from the heavens, each one sharp enough to split mountains and each one strong enough to suffocate the weak.
Their arrival shook the world as if the very air quivered under their presence. Most of these auras converged upon the Lost Continent, hovering above the Elven lands like ancient guardian stars.
