Elyon could not comprehend Lin Mu's path.
It was not one of glory, not one paved with honor or theatrical heroism.
It was the Path of Dominion.
A path where one didn't merely walk ahead of others—but walked above them, where even the sky bent to your will.
"…What are you…?" Elyon whispered again, his voice barely audible. "How does something like you even exist?"
No answer came.
Only the sight of Lin Mu standing still, the ruins of the fortress around him, his gaze now falling upon the survivors—ready to demand truth, or erase them if they hesitated.
And Elyon, now certain of one thing above all else:
This man was born not to follow the Heavens—
—but to challenge them.
The cracked floor groaned beneath Lin Mu's step.
He descended slowly, his shadow falling over the half-crumpled elder who still clung to life by sheer cultivation and stubborn will.
