He felt…free.
Unshackled.
Unbounded!
Like he could…truly fly!
His existence, now resonating at Level Zero, Tier 1, hungered.
It wasn't the physical hunger of needing fuel, but the existential hunger of potential demanding actualization!
The oppressive auras of the three Nar'Thyss still pressed down, a reminder of the immediate threat, but they also felt like… food. High-quality, potent nourishment he hadn't fully digested yet.
But first… the foundations. His Regulations. They had carried him this far, pillars upon which he had built his impossible ascent. Now, unbound by the conceptual weight of the Null Scale, they could truly breathe.
His will focused inwards, not just on the broken chains being assimilated, but on the very substance of his power. Quantum. Spatial Tension. Inevitable Entropy.
They were vast within him, oceans of potential, but they still felt… separate. Defined. Limited by the very Echelon system that measured them.
