While Wain was out, a change occurred to his Soul Altar. A small, purple seal with the image of a broken mirror appeared on the Altar. It was the sign of the space, the first Concept Wain had mastered.
The dark castle inside Soul Altar was unnaturally quiet. All five forms were silent as if they were waiting for something. Their auras were calm, and there was a faint smile on their faces.
Crackle.
The ice platform beneath Wain cracked as he slowly opened his eyes.
'What was that?' Wain looked at his hands, then stared at the space.
'Is it whole? Did I do that?' Wain looked around, 'Yes, it must be. No one's been in here for sure.'
Wain slowly rose to his feet. All the messages had already disappeared, but there remained one, a very important one.
