One week passed quickly.
For Paren, however, it did not feel quick at all.
Every day, he entered the law convergence, absorbed world-law fragments, got dragged out whenever the pressure became too violent, recovered, and went straight back in again.
By this point, even his curses sounded tired.
Yet the results were undeniable.
His deep blue [World Seed] was finally full.
The crystal-like seed floated in front of his chest, brighter, denser, and heavier than ever before.
Countless compressed patterns flowed within it like rivers of sealed laws, layered over one another until the entire seed seemed packed to its absolute limit.
Garion stood nearby with both hands casually shoved into his pockets. "So?"
Paren slowly opened his eyes. "It has reached full maturation."
Garion's expression immediately brightened. "Good."
The surrounding world laws continued swirling around them, but Paren was no longer absorbing any of them.
His [World Seed] had reached its limit.
