The Sea of Concepts fell into silence once again.
The First Spell's last sentence still echoed through the endless white space.
"If the Mother Spell finds out about this... either it will choose you as its heir... or it will personally destroy you."
Daniel gave no answer. No fear could be seen on his face, nor excitement.
Only with that same calm gaze, he watched the thousands of spells that covered the entire white horizon.
Fear? Fear of death? Him? That was the most ridiculous thing he could hear. At his current level, his power alone was enough that no entity below a true god could kill him.
And that was only considering his power, aside from all the extra lives he had, even if accounting for their flaws.
He still had very great trump cards that could likely allow him to survive even against a true god.
Of course, he wasn't sure and needed to test that.
The First Spell observed him for a few moments, as if trying to catch any change in his expression.
