Within the Stigma World, Walker felt his body pass through a thin membrane, as though surfacing from beneath the water. The surrounding light shifted from dimness to grayish white.
Beneath his feet was a layer of soft gray-brown earth, covered in scattered blades of grass and fallen leaves. The air carried the scent of soil and grass roots.
The sense of reality deeply astonished Walker.
This place seemed no different from an ordinary world. It was nothing like other Stigmata Domains, assimilated by their dominant rules.
After steadying himself, he raised his head and fixed his gaze upon the sky, looking toward his goal.
The heavens here were grayish white, with sparse clouds, as though the light had filtered through a translucent curtain.
Yet what truly prevented him from looking away were the enormous "chains of rules" hanging from the sky.
Those chains descended from deep within the clouds. Each one slowly rotated, differing in color and thickness.
Some chains gleamed silver-white, some were dark gold, and fine arcs of electricity danced along the edges of others.
They crisscrossed one another like a massive net, covering the entire sky, their edges stretching beyond sight.
Standing beneath that grayish-white light, Walker stared upward, his face filled with shock.
He muttered as if speaking to himself, "So this is the Myriad Phenomena Stigma?!!"
"It truly is... a great miracle..."
Before entering, he had heard the name Lynn—the Lord of Myriad Phenomena, Bone Spire's newly risen Stigma, a man who had withstood the siege of three veteran Stigmas alone.
But those had only been rumors. Walker had originally been skeptical, believing the three great Stigmas had held back to build Lynn's reputation.
Yet only when he truly stood in this world did he genuinely feel the greatness of Myriad Phenomena.
He no longer