Veyr waited patiently for Raymond to explain the three governing laws of the universe, his posture straight and his gaze steady, though his mind quietly stirred with anticipation beneath that composed

exterior.

Raymond, however, took his time. He remained silent for a long moment, his eyes drifting toward the distant horizon of the Eternal Garden, where the crystalline branches met the endless light above. It was as though he were searching for the right words to capture something too vast to be confined by speech.

Until at last, he released a quiet sigh and began to speak.

"There are three fundamental laws that govern everything in existence," he said slowly, his tone calm yet heavy with meaning. "The Law of Creation, the Law of Destruction, and the Law of Space and Time. Every life, every world, every thought that has ever existed operates under their influence, with even gods not being exempt to its influence."

He paused briefly, letting his words sink into the still air, while the faint hum of energy around them seemed to deepen, as if the very garden leaned in to listen.

"These laws are not forces that you can see or touch," Raymond continued. "They exist in the fourth dimension... an invisible layer of reality that governs everything in the three-dimensional world we inhabit.

You can think of our universe as the reflection of those higher truths, a shadow cast upon a wall by something far greater and more complex beyond our reach."

Veyr nodded quietly, his expression one of intrigue, as Raymond clasped his hands behind his back and began to pace slowly across the clearing.

"Billions of years ago, when the universe was still in its infancy, these three laws were not separate," Raymond explained, his voice smooth and eliberate. "They were bound together in a single, perfect

equilibrium. Creation fed Destruction, Destruction gave birth to Time, and Time, in turn, sustained Creation.

There was no division, no contradiction, only an eternal loop, a balance so flawless that nothing within it could ever change."

He stopped walking, his gaze distant now, his tone growing quieter. "But then, somehow, and we don't know how, that equilibrium began to shatter.

The three laws began to pull away from one another, their unity unraveling into discord.

Creation sought to expand endlessly, while Destruction demanded to consume all, and Time tried desperately to measure their divergence, to keep order amidst chaos."

He raised his hand slightly, tracing three glowing lines of mana in the air that interwove and pulsed with faint light. "And from that tension... came the first explosion. The birth of the universe."

The three lines twisted violently and burst outward, scattering into thousands of fragments that faded into the air.

"The separation of the laws caused a rupture unlike anything since," Raymond continued, lowering his hand. "Creation surged outward in an endless wave, giving birth to matter, energy, and light. Destruction followed immediately behind, carving limits and boundaries into that which was made, ensuring that nothing could exist forever. And from the endless struggle between the two-between expansion and consumption-Time was born, as the silent observer, the measure, the rhythm that allowed both to exist without consuming each other completely."

He turned slightly, his eyes catching the light as he spoke. "That was the first heartbeat of existence, the rhythm upon which all things move. From the smallest atom to the greatest star, from the birth of

galaxies to the death of gods, everything dances to that same pulse. Creation, Destruction, and Time.... endless, intertwined, inseparable." Veyr listened in silence, his gaze thoughtful, as the faint wind stirred the grass around him.

Raymond smiled faintly, though there was no warmth in it. "Mortals live within the reflection of these laws, never perceiving them directly. We see their results, their echoes. A child being born is Creation. A dying star collapsing into nothingness is Destruction. And the interval between both, which is every fleeting moment that connects them, is Time."

He took a few steps closer to Veyr, his tone lowering slightly. "But these are only their outer expressions, not the laws themselves. The true forms of these laws exist in the fourth dimension, beyond all matter, beyond perception, beyond even divine consciousness. They are not deities. They are not entities. They are patterns of truth.... And to perceive them directly, one must step beyond the confines of existence itself."

Veyr tilted his head slightly. "And how does one do that?" he asked

quietly.

Raymond's lips curved faintly, though his eyes remained unreadable. "By ascending. By reaching the Demi-God tier, you earn the right to observe them, not to control them, not to wield them, but to glimpse them, as if looking through a keyhole into the foundation of the

cosmos.

While it is only when you become a God that you may touch them. And even then, you cannot master all three."

He looked upward, his gaze distant again.

"No being has ever done so. Not in any recorded history. The most powerful of gods manage to align themselves with one of the three laws, while it was rumored that the Timeless Assassin managed to master two.

But even that alignment came at a price-an unending pull toward instability.

So to control all three would be to contain the original explosion itself, the first spark that birthed existence.

It would mean becoming the universe. But that kind of perfection

cannot exist twice."

Raymond said as for a while, neither of them spoke.

The silence that followed was not empty, it was thick, charged, as if

the air itself pondered what had been said.

Veyr's fingers tightened slightly, his mind racing to process the

enormity of the idea.

'If these laws exist beyond our reach... then even gods are bound by something greater than themselves,' he thought, his chest tightening

faintly.

'Then does it mean destiny and free will are nothing but an illusion? What even is the point of a prophecy? When we are in a world where

no truth is absolute?'

He wondered, as Raymond sensing his discomfort gave him a soft

knowing smile.

"I know what you're thinking, young Dragon, but what you're thinking

is wrong.

When I first heard this from my father, I too wondered as to what was

the point of life?

But that's the beauty of it.

For while the laws govern all existence, they do not dictate awareness. Awareness is the only thing that resists them. The ability

to question, to doubt, to disobey-that is the gift of being alive.

And we believe it's linked with our soul."

He looked down at Veyr, his tone almost gentle now. "To understand

the laws is not to become a slave to them. It is to see the threads that

bind the universe, and still choose how you move within them. That is what separates gods from beasts.

The ability to pursue knowledge without surrender."

The faint light from the crystal branches shimmered softly against his face as he turned away.

"These are not lessons most should know," Raymond said quietly. "But you've earned the right to hear them. Remember what I told you today, and you'll begin to understand why even the gods fear the

truth they serve."

Veyr nodded silently, his eyes reflecting the golden glow of the

Eternal Garden, his thoughts lost in the boundless labyrinth of what he had just heard.

For the first time since his imprisonment, he did not think about escape, or survival, or even vengeance. His mind wandered instead to the fabric of reality itself, to the invisible pulse that bound all things together, which was the creation that gave, the destruction that took, and the time that measured both.