The Realm of Laws wasn't quite as mythical as its name suggested—nothing like grand cathedrals of light or endless libraries of glowing tomes.
Instead, it was a sprawling, unending hall of stark stone, fading into a pale, shimmering horizon.
The floor was a flawless sweep of polished marble, laced with delicate silver veins that throbbed gently, like the slow pulse of something alive.
It had not been long since the top ten had arrived here... merely a few weeks.
During this time, Sunya and Jester observed the eight Originats, who seemed to take this ordinary place for granted. For two weeks straight, they watched as the group moved from altar to altar in what appeared to be a random pattern.
It was wild—they didn't even try to truly understand the Law, and none of them lingered at an altar for more than a few minutes. Even though the two noticed, it wasn't their place to say anything.
If they played with their opportunities, then so be it.
