"System, begin comprehension of the Law of Time. If I leave it for later, it will become troublesome," he said in a low, controlled voice.
[Ding. Automatic comprehension has been activated. The Law of Time is now being comprehended.]
"Good."
He gave a slight nod, as if acknowledging something routine rather than extraordinary. There was no visible excitement in his expression, only a quiet acceptance. He raised his hand with a casual motion, and the space before him responded immediately.
The air distorted, not violently but with precise control, as if the fabric of reality itself recognized his authority. Layers of space folded inward, forming a stable portal. Its edges shimmered with a restrained energy, neither chaotic nor unstable, but refined to a degree that suggested complete mastery.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward.
The moment his figure passed through, the portal contracted and disappeared, leaving no trace behind.
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