All the pieces were falling into place inside Ethan's mind—each fragment of truth snapping into the puzzle like a lock clicking shut.
At first, he believed the Genesis Ritual was merely a beacon, something that had pulled his soul into this world, a mysterious tether between dimensions.
But now?
"No… it's more than that," he thought, eyes narrowing. "Much more."
The phrase "access to the core of the universe" echoed in his thoughts like a divine bell tolling in revelation.
So does that mean… the Sanctum itself is the core?
His chest tightened.
"The voice… it never told me how I received the Sanctum," he realized. "I assumed it gave it to me. It seems I was wrong…"
If that was the case, then the Sanctum wasn't a gift—it was a consequence. A remnant of something ancient and incomprehensible.
The true purpose of the Genesis Ritual wasn't just to summon—it was to grant access to the very fabric of reality.
Still processing, Ethan turned back to Lyon.
