"What kind of projection is that? Why is it so powerful?" Black Mountain asked grimly.
Lynn chuckled and pointed at the sky above.
"Didn't see that coming, did you?" Lynn said. "I once dreamed of what the World Will looked like. This is its projection."
Black Mountain froze.
He stared at Lynn's face for several seconds, searching for some sign that Lynn was joking.
But Lynn looked serious. Though his lips curved in a smile, there was no laughter in his eyes.
"The World Will? You must be joking." Black Mountain's voice was dry with disbelief.
His mind raced. The World Will was the core consciousness of the plane itself.
Ordinary wizards could not even sense it, let alone project it.
Only Stigma-level beings who had truly touched the laws of the plane might resonate with the World Will.
To actually communicate with the World Will, much less subdue it, one would have to be a Senior Stigmata at the very least.
Besides, did the World Will even have a physical form?
Shouldn't it be an intangible, immaterial existence embodied in all things?
And a One-Ring Wizard claimed he had dreamed of it and could project its form?
"Impossible. Absolutely impossible!" Black Mountain blurted out.
"Plenty of things seem impossible," Lynn said. "The proof is right in front of you, whether you believe it or not."
Black Mountain said nothing. He looked at the projection again, more closely this time.
Gray-white mist shrouded the figure, blurring its outline. Within it flowed an energy unlike anything he had ever seen.
It was not magic, Mental Power, or any Witch Power he knew. It was more like... the world itself breathing.
Was that... World Force?!
Sweat seeped into Black Mountain's palms.
In all his years ruling Blackstone City, he had met many