Lucia Grimes

Max stepped into the dome and instantly found himself surrounded by a serene, almost sacred stillness. The space he entered was a wide, white circular hall that seemed to stretch endlessly, the polished stone beneath his feet gleaming like moonlight on water.

In the very center of the hall rested a single black stone, carved with countless ancient runes and pulsing with heat, rhythm, and mystery.

From this Totem Stone of the Flame Tyrant, a torrent of Concepts and Laws radiated outward—fire-based insights, threads of origin flame energy, and slivers of comprehension waiting to be seized by those capable of reaching for them.

Around the stone, twenty to thirty geniuses sat cross-legged in near-perfect stillness, their eyes closed, brows furrowed in deep focus as they silently tried to attune themselves to the secrets of the Totem.