"Is that a martial technique... or perhaps... a Merged Law?!"
"...!!" A wave of discomfort, laced with deep offense, rippled through Caesar's core. This soul shard —this radiant being of arrogant brilliance— wasn't just ignoring his strength; she wasn't acknowledging his existence at all.
Yet the shard paid no mind to his rising fury. Her glowing eyes remained locked onto the flickering remnants of the black flame, almost entranced, her voice low and analytical.
"This flame... it is undeniably rooted in the Major Heavenly Law of Fire, there's no doubt about that. But this other half... it's something else entirely. I can feel its weight — heavy, sorrowful, oppressive... commanding. It resonates beyond the scope of essential laws. And the strangest thing..." — her gaze sharpened — "It affects me, despite how utterly weak you are. That shouldn't be possible. Unless…"
Fwoosh—!
