World Integration.
The moment one's mind becomes integrated into the world, allowing them to bend nature at their will.
...And the moment one truly became the Zenith.
"As always, it's gray."
Mumbling quietly, he stared at the dark sky above.
"They say the skies in the Empire are blue, but I have a hard time... believing the tales. Can such sky really be blue?"
From what he knew, the blue sky meant light.
It meant prosperity.
And most importantly.
"Freedom."
It meant freedom.
Extending his hand, he tried to grasp the sky.
Unfortunately...
"...It's out of my reach."
He felt it at his fingertips but couldn't fully touch it.
If he could just pull it.
....If only....
"What a pity."
Staring at his old and wrinkly hands, he lowered it back down.
"I really wanted to see the blue sky."