The world was an exquisite yet complex system.
Every world was built from countless fixed rules, like an enormous equation. Any change to a single rule, when it fell upon the world, would bring earth-shaking, heaven-turning transformations and dazzling consequences.
For example, if a butterfly flapped its wings twice in a South American rainforest, a hurricane might stir up towering waves over the Pacific a month later.
Or if a blacksmith lost an iron nail, it might ultimately cause a king to lose a war, a city to be destroyed, countless people to be displaced, or even die untimely deaths.
Even minute changes were already so astonishing, let alone deeper and more significant upheavals.
A fire phoenix rose in the east, and the sun came from the west.
Two red suns tangled in the skies of the Black Prison World, scattering countless rays of light and driving away the darkness from the entire world, bringing back daylight—but these were only the most superficial changes.
The sun was the source of Magic Power for many worlds. Its light and Magic Power nourished all things. The Black Prison World had originally possessed no sun, and had been silent and desolate. When the two suns rose, many Spirit Eyes that had long dried up began to bubble once more in the depths of the earth, releasing strands of mixed Magic Power.
Magic Power slowly surged upward along the withered Earth Veins, one thread, then two. Following their instincts, they drifted uneasily out of the barren ground. The entire world was awakened by this sudden disturbance.
Beneath dead old trees and amid piled stone formations, little gusts of wind slowly swept through along with the world's awakening. This was the first change born from the meeting of cold and heat. Strands of wind greeted