Chapter 363: The Final Base
The fights so far had shown me the power each law held on its own.
Fire....raw, consuming, and fierce.
Lightning....fast, precise, and deadly.
Space....the silent warper of reality, bending paths, folding distances, opening doors where none should exist. Each law had its own language, its own rhythm.
I thought about fire first. The way it could spread uncontrollably, scorching everything in its path, turning solid into ash. It was unpredictable but powerful, a force of destruction and renewal. I could feel the heat of it in my veins, the energy of burning fuel.
Lightning came next, sharp and crackling, electric pulses racing faster than thought. It was precision and speed combined, the sudden strike that could fell even the toughest foe before they knew what hit them. When I covered myself with it, I could feel the surge of raw Essence flowing through my body, every nerve ending alive and alert.
Then space. The invisible law that I was only beginning to understand. Space didn’t just mean distance; it was the fabric of reality itself—folding, stretching, and twisting at my command. When I opened portals or bent the path of attacks, I was using space to reshape the battlefield.
As I sat there, I tried to imagine what would happen if I combined these three laws.
A single skill that could weave fire’s burning fury, lightning’s blistering speed, and space’s distortion.
Could I create something that strikes like lightning but burns like fire, and arrives with the suddenness of folded space?
I pictured it vividly: flames dancing with electric sparks, swirling around me like a storm.
Then, instead of folding space to shorten distance, I imagined it tightening around an enemy like a vice. A sudden collapse of the space around them—locking their limbs, crushing their movements, holding them still for just a moment.