In a world drowned in white, a lone figure stood.
Max.
White hair, a steady stance, both hands gripping his sword.
His eyes remained closed, his breathing calm.
For hours, he didn't move.
Then—
A single stab.
The motion was simple, almost effortless—
Yet—
At the tip of his sword, something formed.
A wheel, violently rotating, light gray in color.
It hummed with a strange, eerie energy—
As if twisting reality itself.
Max exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto the phantom-like construct before him.
"Finally…"
A small smirk played on his lips.
"I can perform the first move without any mistakes."
His eyes flickered with satisfaction.
The Evil Wheel of Samsara—
The first step to mastering Voidborne Edge.
Max narrowed his eyes, studying the spinning wheel before him.
It was flawless in form.
Yet—
It lacked something.
The Evil Wheel of Samsara should have been drenched in malice, radiating an aura of death and despair.
According to the technique.
But this—
