Others were far less overwhelming, comparable to the universes within the Material Cosmic Tree, clearly intended to house Spirit Beasts or other beings of similar standing.
Each realm remained connected to the branch it had emerged from.
Orion felt a sharp discomfort in his chest as the realms continued to expand.
"Using the White Flame is beginning to place too much pressure on your body. I thought my current strength would be enough to sustain it, but I was wrong. I've been weakened far more than I initially expected," Iyraith Zi'ria said solemnly.
"In order to bear the burden, you will need to continue ascending."
"Is that possible?" Orion asked with a low growl.
"Yes. You are different from the other races created by the divines merely as vessels to house their entrance into the Material Realm. You are a direct descendant of an Omnithriallian, and as such, you carry traces of our potential, traces you awakened through the manifestation of your gift."
