Max didn't stop.
Now he sought the third level—the Concept of Ice. Ice was not merely cold and still; it reflected truth. It revealed without distortion. It preserved images, moments, and emotions exactly as they were.
To comprehend this level, Max observed everything around him—the frozen plains, the drifting mist, even his own reflection in the crystalline frost. He watched the world and himself within it, seeing every detail with piercing clarity.
The flame within him represented action, while the ice represented perception. The two contradicted each other, yet together they formed a cycle of creation and observation.
Every few decades within the Dimension of Time, his Unholy Trinity Body would pulse faintly, suppressing the imbalance whenever his flames flared too hot or his frost grew too cold. It was an unspoken guardian, ensuring his stability as he continued his comprehension.
