The endless white space fell into absolute silence for several moments.
A silence born not from the absence of sound, but from the weight of an unknown concept. From the moment the name "Mother Spell" had echoed through the Sea of Concepts, it was as if this realm itself had forgotten how to breathe.
The hundreds of spells that had been arguing over whose turn it was to ask questions just moments ago now stood motionless.
The small flame spell had lowered its head. The wind spell no longer wore its childish laughter on its lips. Even the darkness spell, which from the beginning had looked at humans with contempt, was now utterly still and silent.
Daniel's gaze moved among them. He could see respect in their eyes... but it wasn't just respect. Something deeper also existed.
A quiet fear, mixed with reverence.
As if the name they had heard belonged not to a being they merely obeyed, but to the very source of their existence.
