The air trembled.
The Labyrinth Grove, a sanctum of silver light and ancient circuits, had become a symphony of divine resonance. The entire grove throbbed with harmonic vibrations as if reality itself were trying to keep pace with the rhythm of Ethan's will.
Above the Grove, he remained suspended cross-legged in the air, his glowing silver eye now surrounded by rings of equations, runes, and spell matrices, all spinning at impossible speed. The popcorn bucket now floated lazily beside him, forgotten, as his concentration deepened.
From his chest emanated two beams of light, one of golden-white energy and another of deep violet, threaded with silver veins. They stretched far beyond the horizon, one diving through the soil and into the veins of the planet, the other piercing through dimensions like a blade cutting through silk.
And somewhere far beyond the stars, in the Will Planes, the second seed responded.
...
The Will Planes were never still.
