The Law of Absolute Calm.
The Law of Unrestrained Fury.
The Law of Absolute Chaos.
The Law of Unrestrained Order…
These were the four Gold Laws that Theron had grasped in order to complete his Mandates. Many might not even grasp a single Mandate with a Gold Law in its midst in their lifetime. But Theron had grasped four. Not only had he grasped four such Mandates, but they co-mingled and intermingled perfectly with one another.
And in that moment his father's necklace reacted, Theron also felt something else… something deeper.
His Calm… His Fury…
That was him.
Chaos… Order…
That was the universe.
One side of the coin was himself. The other side of the coin was the world.
It was quite beautiful when he thought about it like that. That was what it meant to cultivate, did it not? To give of yourself to the world, and to take of the world for yourself.
