Elements prostrate themselves as the foundation, and laws collapsed to form strings.
When raising your hand——
What the frost freezes is not the river, but the marks in the flow of time.
What is burned by the flames is not the city, but the warp and weft of cause and effect.
The arcane radiance tears apart the night, and the star map collapses and reorganizes at the fingertips
The whispers of the dead penetrate the underworld, and the throne of bones condenses from the void
The space wrinkles between breaths, and the walls of the seven planes are broken in one step
Concepts are distorted by will, lies are written into eternal truths
When the forbidden curse becomes the aftermath of breathing
When the Kingdom of God trembles and cracks in sleep—
This world will finally understand:
The so-called "maximum level" of magic talent
It's just a glimpse from the abyss to the world.
