"From what I can tell, the flames in this trial are extraordinarily abundant," Max muttered softly as he sat cross legged within the twenty first layer. His breathing had steadied completely, and his consciousness had expanded outward, merging with the oppressive yet profound flame laws surrounding him.
The flames here were unlike ordinary fire. They did not flicker randomly. They did not burn wildly without purpose. Even in their chaos, there was continuity.
Max allowed the oppressive heat to press against his body without resistance. Instead of rejecting it, he observed it.
He traced the structure of the flame laws he had encountered from the first layer all the way to the twenty first. At the lower layers, the flames had been turbulent and scattered, easily influenced by comprehension. As he climbed higher, they became denser, more structured, more disciplined. By the time he reached the upper layers, the chaotic flame laws no longer felt unstable. They felt complete.
