Chapter 278 Grand Cross — Prism of Severance
In the midst of the cracks of the old world, where remnants of past struggles are etched into the very fabric of existence, Fitran stands resolutely.
His body shines like a swirling galaxy, while his cloak drapes in ethereal filaments of stars dancing with life, reminiscent of the wonders found in the cosmos.
and behind his back, a circle of meaning opens slowly:
A cosmic formation creates a giant cross prism that glimmers with the essence of celestial journeys,
star points form a structure of four corners interconnected through axes of light.
In the silence that fills the space, as if the voice of nature whispers, each star signals a soaring liberation.
"This is no longer magic for survival; this transcends the mundane existence of mere winning."
This is not about winning.
This is to erase all the constraints that bind the world."
Fitran raises his right hand.
The Voidwright within him pulses in deep shades of purple — a manifestation of the ancient power coursing through his veins.