"And I am walking on such a road."
As the words fell, Ron no longer hid it and slowly spread his palm open.
A blazing silver light rose from his palm, illuminating the entire conference hall like a newborn star.
The eternally reconstructing, supremely crafted [Artisan Maze Key] quietly hovered before everyone.
Every surface of it was undergoing endless geometric transformations.
The light spots inside collided, merged, and separated like star dust, computing the complete cycle from creation to end.
Merely gazing at it instilled an indescribable awe in everyone present, deep within their souls.
It's a shudder when facing "creation" itself, a tremor at the brink of touching divine miracles.
Data streams instantly overloaded in Vinard's mechanical eye, emitting a slight popping sound.
As a Great Wizard, he could feel the terrifying power contained within this key more than anyone else.
It wasn't a simple energy fluctuation, nor was it some powerful spell effect.
