His connection to the elements was no longer dictated by skill trees or activated abilities.
They obeyed his subconscious now. Think of fire, and it danced in his blood. Think of gravity, and it shifted. The laws of nature were no longer unbreakable. They were suggestions. Loose ideas. And Pyris? He rewrote them with ease.
He sat up slowly from his bed, and as he did, the space around him cracked—not visually, but structurally. The air warped. Geometry folded inward. And then, without flash or sound, he disappeared.
The next moment, he stood above the city—directly over the dome-glass rooftop of the massive arena where the Game Launch was unfolding. His arrival didn't disturb the sky, didn't stir the wind. But space around him rippled with minute fractures that healed instantly, like the cosmos was rushing to correct itself around his existence.
