Han[2]

Before any mage arrived, two beings stood in that place abandoned by the gods. Han and Achilles stood side by side, watching as the culmination of their years of work was completed. Both were gaining something insane from this situation—or at least, that was what they hoped.

Author's note: I'll try to get 2 chapters tomorrow and two more the next day because of the delays

The skies closed with colorless clouds—clouds made of pure laws. There was not the slightest trace of physics or anything related within them; they were simply laws in their primordial state. 99% of mages could not even sense anything from them—only those at the peak of this universe could understand.

Just as the process to become a higher-realm mage, the process to become a god began. The lightning bolts started to descend, each one a pure and perfect law. They did not waver, not even a single centimeter in the lines of time and space; they were simply flawless laws being hurled at a mage.