Inside the Infinite Realm, time was hers.
The skies shimmered in hues that didn't exist in the outside world—blues tinged with silver starlight, soft purple clouds that drifted without ever darkening. It was a realm of endless fields, mountains of energy stones, quiet rivers flowing with glowing spiritual essence.
But Grace didn't rest.
For seven full days—seven days here, barely seven hours in the outside world—she focused solely on stabilizing her newfound power. The breakthrough to the Celestial Monarch Rank had elevated every cell of her being. Her shadow core had deepened, her fire affinity refined, and her spiritual awareness had exploded to cover entire continents in her mindscape.
She could now move between galaxies if she wished. Tear through dimensions if she so desired.
But power without control was just destruction in disguise.
And Grace wasn't here to become a storm without direction.
So she trained.
