A crown of violet and gold rotated high above Leonel, its aura growing sharper, stronger, more full with each and every passing second.
However, Leonel himself continued to sit in silence, his gaze almost dull in a way.
Of course, this wasn't a dullness that referred to lifelessness, but rather a dullness that came from Leonel's indifference to it all… almost as though such a powerful breakthrough was only natural for him.
All of his accumulation, the breadth of his foundation, the convergence of countless timelines…
It was all for today.
A Dharma was meant to represent one's life, a measure of the path one had taken.
An Idol was a step beyond that. It didn't just represent one's life, but it represented a refined essence of the core of one's being, so refined, in fact, that it was worthy of being worshipped by others.
