The fights so far had shown me the power each law held on its own.
Fire….raw, consuming, and fierce.
Lightning….fast, precise, and deadly.
Space….the silent warper of reality, bending paths, folding distances, opening doors where none should exist. Each law had its own language, its own rhythm.
I thought about fire first. The way it could spread uncontrollably, scorching everything in its path, turning solid into ash. It was unpredictable but powerful, a force of destruction and renewal. I could feel the heat of it in my veins, the energy of burning fuel.
Lightning came next, sharp and crackling, electric pulses racing faster than thought. It was precision and speed combined, the sudden strike that could fell even the toughest foe before they knew what hit them. When I covered myself with it, I could feel the surge of raw Essence flowing through my body, every nerve ending alive and alert.
