Chapter 532: Lucia Grimes
Max stepped into the dome and instantly found himself surrounded by a serene, almost sacred stillness. The space he entered was a wide, white circular hall that seemed to stretch endlessly, the polished stone beneath his feet gleaming like moonlight on water.
In the very center of the hall rested a single black stone, carved with countless ancient runes and pulsing with heat, rhythm, and mystery.
From this Totem Stone of the Flame Tyrant, a torrent of Concepts and Laws radiated outward—fire-based insights, threads of origin flame energy, and slivers of comprehension waiting to be seized by those capable of reaching for them.
Around the stone, twenty to thirty geniuses sat cross-legged in near-perfect stillness, their eyes closed, brows furrowed in deep focus as they silently tried to attune themselves to the secrets of the Totem.
The atmosphere was heavy with intensity and reverence, broken only by the faint hum of law energy drifting through the air like a whispering flame.
But the moment Max’s footsteps echoed into the hall, every head turned.
Eyes snapped open. Geniuses who hadn’t moved for hours looked up as if yanked out of meditation. Surprise, confusion, and even a trace of disbelief danced in their expressions.
"Who is that?"
"Wait... is he from the Mortal Realm?"
"How could someone from the Mortal Realm come here when those from the Grimes Family blocking the path?!"
A few of them whispered among themselves, though none dared raise their voices too loud in the presence of the Totem.