It didn't even feel like a power.
Not in the way most beings understood power—with flashes of light, overwhelming pressure, or divine spectacle. No, this wasn't that. This was quiet, fundamental, and terrifyingly real.
Only fools—those blind to the laws of existence—would mistake it for something passive or vague. They were the kind of souls who believed power came from outside, from rituals, weapons, systems, gods. But Pyris now understood something far deeper:
The subconscious wasn't just a well of thought.
It was a mirror.
A pair of dice—one rolling inside the mind, the other rolling across the fabric of reality. And with the right alignment, even a mortal could manipulate the outcome of the universe. With enough alignment, even a god could be formed.
Now Pyris didn't need spells or chants to bend the world.
All he needed was to think it—and the universe would adjust.
Not only could he shape matter.
Not only could he command mana.
