Seeing the mosquito fall into contemplative silence, Noctyss continued her explanation in a patient, almost professor-like tone, her voice blending with the faint hum of dense mana lingering in the air.
"At a certain point, when warriors accumulate enough Spiritual Force, their spiritual space undergoes a transformation," she began, her amethyst eyes reflecting the pulsing light from the distant crevice. "It becomes a real world — capable of manifesting into reality, like an entire separate realm carved out of existence itself."
Her words carried a weight that made Ricky's compound eyes flash with solemn understanding.
"Most of these Forbidden Lands," she continued, "are nothing more than the remnants of those transcendent Beings. Their spiritual spaces, left behind after death — abandoned worlds born from souls who once defied mortality but eventually fell due to... unknown reasons."
