Found

Laws were a funny thing.

To Dorian, who saw himself as a native of Earth, it had been almost inconceivable that he could focus on or think about something, and by doing so, open up his senses to an entire Law that governed reality.

Logically, something like that made no sense. At least, not on Earth.

Yet here, in the mysterious 30,000 Worlds, the impossible happened on a daily basis.

Sitting atop the shoulder and outstretched arm of an enormous Giant was a large clump of ice. This ice gleamed with light, as if something mysterious was taking place within it.

Around this clump of ice, the world was still and cool. The huge waterfall of ice nearby moved in a strict area, never flowing outward unless something else interfered with it.

Down below, Grakons could occasionally be seen patrolling the outer area, but none of them would ever come close to the towering, frozen Giant.

Abruptly…

This clump of ice began to crack.