Maxwell's vision blurred, his body barely responding as pain pulsed through every part of him, yet even in that state, he forced his mind to remain awake, to remain aware, because something in his master's voice had changed, something that he could not ignore.
Master…
His thoughts struggled to stay clear.
What do you mean… Anti Magic?
Inside his dantian, the presence that had guided him for so long grew quiet for a brief moment, as if weighing how much to say, as if deciding whether the truth itself was something that should even be spoken.
Then—
You have stumbled upon something far more dangerous than you understand.
Maxwell's breath tightened.
Anti Magic…
The words echoed in his mind.
…is not simply a technique, nor is it just a form of resistance.
The voice grew deeper.
It is something that stands against the very foundation of magic itself.
Maxwell tried to focus.
Explain…
There was a pause.
