When Harold heard that Lynn truly intended to follow the "Myriad Phenomena Path," his hand paused around his teacup, and clear surprise crossed his face.
"Myriad Phenomena... commanding every kind of rule? That path... is no easy one."
"The Eternal Night Graveyard's Stigma may be powerful, but it ultimately leans toward death and the undead. I fear it would struggle to support such a grand vision."
Lynn nodded.
"Exactly. That is why I chose to remain stationed in the Main World. The rules of the Eternal Night Graveyard are limited, after all."
Understanding dawned on Harold. He hesitated, but still offered some advice.
"Perhaps you should specialize in the laws of souls or death first. With your talent, your future would surely be smoother and brighter."
Lynn glanced at him, knowing he meant well.
"Since I chose this path, I naturally have some confidence in it." His voice remained calm, but carried a trace of resolve.
Harold opened his mouth, then finally swallowed the rest of his advice.
Obstructing someone's path was like murdering their parents.
He had only offered that advice out of friendship and admiration for Lynn's talent. Saying any more would be inappropriate.
"...In that case, I wish you every success." He raised his cup.
The two discussed a few more ideas about constructs, along with the principles behind some inventions.
As Harold listened to the ingenious ideas and unique insights that kept flowing from Lynn, he felt a pang of regret.
He looked at Lynn, then at his own shop piled high with constructs, and chose his words carefully. "You said earlier that you intended to follow the Myriad Phenomena Path..."
Lynn said nothing, waiting for him to continue.
"I have never walked that path, and I would not presume to judge it." Harold's tone was