Lucy stood beside him, watching as the mist twisted and swirled around them. "We're in the perfect position. Now we just need to bide our time."
Ted stretched, looking toward the ocean. "And when we're ready, the world won't even see us coming. The Sinclair Order will become the strongest force in the entire world!"
Linsley smiled, the weight of the coming years already falling into place in his mind.
The island was secure, their power would grow, and when the time came, the Sinclair Order would emerge from the shadows, becoming the strongest force in the Diviner World!
...
Two years passed, and during that time, Linsley's grand vision for the Sinclair Order took shape in full.
The island, now entirely veiled by the mist of secrecy, became a haven of power and an impenetrable fortress.
At its heart, Linsley's most ambitious creation came into being—the Holy Spirit of Judgment, a sentient entity that embodied the very rules and laws he had crafted for the island's governance.
It wasn't just a guardian, but a manifestation of his will, enforcing the divine order that would define the Sinclair Order for centuries to come.
The Holy Spirit of Judgment held dominion over every aspect of the island, ensuring absolute obedience and discipline. It upheld a strict code of laws that Linsley had imbued into its very essence.
These laws were woven into the island's very fabric, and none who lived there could escape their influence.
Under Linsley's meticulous guidance, the Sinclair Order's island became a hidden sanctuary, safeguarded by the powerful Holy Spirit of Judgment, a creation that ensured order and control.
While the Rule of Dreams brought new followers to the island, the Rule of Salvation ensured that these recruits knew they were not merely entering a place of safety but also submitting themselves to a divine cause.
Salvation was earned through loyalty, and once on the island, followers were expected to devote their lives to the Sinclair Order's greater purpose—whether through faith, service, or combat.
Over time, these rules intertwined to form a cohesive system of control, protection, and faith that made the island both a sanctuary and a fortress.
As the two years passed, the mist of secrecy had completed its encasement of the island, cloaking its very existence from the outside world.
No mortal or monster would be able to detect the island's presence in the core area of the Devouring Whale Ocean unless they were invited or powerful enough to defy the laws of concealment.
To outsiders, the core of the ocean appeared untouched, its hidden truth guarded by the devouring whale clan that now loyally served Linsley's every command.
The island itself, now fully risen from the depths of the ocean, was enormous—stretching as vast as a large country, with natural landscapes shaped by Linsley's Real Fantasy gift. It was a place of serenity and beauty on the surface, though its core housed immense power and the ever-watchful Holy Spirit of Judgment.
Linsley, Lucy, and Ted had spent the past two years not only building the infrastructure of the Sinclair Order but also growing in strength themselves.
Ted had reached Level 9, standing at the peak of royalty, while Lucy had ascended to Level 9.5, marking her as an Overlord—a dominant force in her own right.
While Ted was only a fraction of a step away from reaching the same status, Lucy had already surpassed that threshold, firmly establishing herself as one of the most powerful beings in the world.
Linsley, however, had reached a bottleneck. Stuck at Level 9.8, he sensed a great shackle imposed on him by the world itself—something preventing him from advancing to Level 9.9.
It was as if the laws of the world had imposed a barrier that kept him tethered to the realm of mortals.
Linsley knew that breaking through this barrier would not only elevate him but would open the path to the higher realms beyond.
Unable to push past that limit just yet, Linsley turned his focus elsewhere.