(A few months later, within the Time Stilled World, Moltherak's Floating Island, Leo's POV)
Leo stood with his palms faintly open as a steady current of crimson aura flowed out of him in a thin, controlled stream, drifting through the chamber like a searching tendril, while Moltherak observed him with expectant eyes, as he could see that Leo was close to the breakthrough he had waited months for.
Over the past few cycles, the faint tremors Leo detected had grown clearer and more frequent, as the once-fragmented sensations slowly began aligning into patterns, until standing here today he could trace not just scattered weak points but full sequences of them lodged along the invisible fabric of the fourth dimension.
"There… another one," Leo murmured as his aura brushed against a shallow dip, then another one a short distance away, as this time the points began to form a curve, almost like the ridge of a hidden pathway carved into the darkness behind the three-dimensional world.
