"In Cosmos, no form stands without energy, no action manifests without conversion, that which seems still merely sleeps in another state of power. What exists has energy. What moves converts it." His lips continued to recite, each word steady and deliberate, as though carved from ancient truth and involuntarily, his shrunk body, slowly expanding
Multiple streams of energy flowed from Nyxander's right side, forming connected lines that stretched into the pool like luminous threads seeking their source. From the pool, those same lines extended back toward him, returning through his right side, now carrying the dense and overwhelming Law of Energy. The exchange continued in a quiet rhythm, like a cosmic tide inhaling and exhaling.
