A Good Choice

"But that doesn't matter anymore."

Standing on the back of a white albatross, Undine looked down at Kletam City. She gently brushed a few strands of hair from her temples and said calmly, "I'm afraid no one remembers why we came here in the first place... myself included. Time really can change so much."

The cold wind howled past high above, carrying away the last trace of a sigh in her words. The grand ambitions that had once stirred in her chest seemed to have weathered over the past century into dust on the tower walls.

The white albatross landed on the enormous Thorn Ring. The last rays of sunset bathed the vast structure in gold.

It was not a warm gold, but a cold, hard, solemn one, like the indifferent eye of some ancient beast opening at dusk.

Undine guided the albatross slowly clockwise around the Thorn Ring and continued, "The most powerful and central inheritance of the Ring of Law's headquarters is the [Omnipotent Ring] sigil.

"Its power is closely tied to the number of elemental disciplines you command. The more you study, the stronger the sigil formed from them becomes, and the fewer gaps remain in your spell system when you face an enemy. That is why it bears the name 'Omnipotent.'"

Dago listened in silence, his mind rapidly building a model.

As a wizard, he understood the terrifying implications of that word.

In the Wizarding World, specialization often meant devastating power, while versatility usually meant mediocrity.

Yet this sigil sought to break that iron rule. Through some higher-order principle, it attempted to force together elemental particles that repelled one another and possessed entirely different properties.

This was more than an accumulation of power. It was a violent rewriting of the world's underlying logic.

"I've heard that