Danger.
Real danger.
The old man lifted his staff slowly, almost ceremonially.
Mana surged.
Not just mana.
Something deeper.
To ascend to Rank three, one needs to grasp a law and compress it into a seed.
A Law Seed.
A tiny, incomplete fragment of a greater truth.
Then to ascend to Rank four the law seed had to grow.
From a mere spark into something that could house an illusionary world.
A reflection of that law, a miniature concept of reality born inside the user that could bleed into the outside world.
When that inner world started to influence the real one, that was a Domain.
And right now, before their eyes, the old man was opening his.
The tip of his staff pointed down.
The world shuddered.
It started with the ice.
