"You plan to enter the Middle Domain?" Klaus muttered, half to himself, but the Old Saintess was already reaching into her spatial ring. She retrieved a small leather-bound book and handed it to Max.
"This contains everything you'll need," she said. "Major factions, geography, forces, forbidden zones, and more. Study it well—it could save your life."
Max nodded, accepting the book with appreciation and tucking it away safely. He'd read it thoroughly later.
"But I must warn you," the Old Saintess added, her tone suddenly solemn, the warmth in her voice now edged with seriousness, "the Middle Domain is nothing like here. In the Lower Domain, there hasn't been anyone close to your level—not now, not in generations. But in the Middle Domain… geniuses are like fish in the ocean. They're everywhere. And they're not just talented—they're powerful. Some are monsters who've already touched the edge of the Divine Rank. You need to be ready for that."
