Days passed.

  The landscape changed—forests gave way to stone, stone to open plains marked by ancient paths. Ruins dotted the horizon, remnants of civilizations that had risen, reached too far, and vanished.

  Kaelis walked without hurry.

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  Each step strengthened his awareness. His abilities felt quieter now, more obedient. The sigil no longer reacted wildly—it listened.

  At night, he looked up at the sky and wondered how many had walked this path before him. How many had reached further. How many had failed.

  He didn’t seek answers.

  He sought progress.

  Somewhere far beyond his sight, powers moved. Tiers shifted. Existence adjusted.

  And Kaelis Veyron kept walking.