Ash was sleeping after his long session of comprehension.
The stone floor of Training Room Seven was cool beneath him. The orbital scars from the previous days still marked the surface in faint concentric patterns. His mind, overfull with newly settled Laws, unique principles, and the massive structures of two complete high-level arts, had finally gone quiet. Mental energy recovered in slow waves. The heaven-defying comprehension talent rested. For the first time in days there was no active thought, no parallel stream, no careful dissection of power.
He did not know that a deep undercurrent was already moving across the planet.
And it all started a few days ago.
A sealed transmission arrived at the same instant for every Martial Master and above across the planet.
