Uriel lost track of time.
He blinked, and found himself in a world of pure ice, then blinked again, finding himself in a realm of raging storms and thundering echoes, then blinked once more, awakening within a tropical forest teeming with life and chaos.
And with each new world he explored, he met a new Spirit, a new path, and a new law-breaking application of Will and the arts.
He saw countless Harmonic Paths, endless Dissonant Paths, and more Resonant Paths than he dared count.
As he advanced, he even began to witness paths forged from all three arts, their complexity diving so deep they started interacting with the natal layers of existence itself and the foundation of the world.
He saw paths rooted in the body, in the soul, in aether, and others that relied entirely upon the world itself, while some disregarded all of it and focused solely on the spark and one's elements.
