"Let us go back," Michael said calmly.
Michael rested a hand lightly on Wisdom's head and stepped away from the boundary. In the next instant, his figure blurred as he activated his movent technique, crossing the distance in a few strides. A heartbeat later, a soft ripple in the air beside him
announced Wisdom's return as the Voidfeather blinked back to his shoulder.
The familiar sight of his undead in their ditative poses, arranged across the broader center of the coffin space, cald him.
Here, even if sothing went out of control, the worst outco would simply be collateral damage he could repair.
Destroying or cracking the coffin itself, on the other hand, was sothing he had no intention of risking.
Wisdom shifted on his shoulder, his claws lightly gripping the fabric of Michael's black top.
Michael almost gave another order.
He wanted to see if Wisdom could teleport while carrying soone.
If Fold Blink could shift the caster and a target in contact, then the value of that skill would rise to another level. Escape, infiltration, repositioning, dragging enemies into lethal crossfires, the possibilities stacked rapidly in his mind.
But he stopped himself.
Wisdom had just evolved. Even Michael did not fully understand the new limits of its abilities. For now, the bird was like a child holding a blade ant for a veteran.
It could cut.
It could also slip.
Michael exhaled quietly.
"Later," he decided silently. "When you are more used to yourself."
He raised his hand, and Wisdom hopped neatly from his shoulder onto his palm, silver feathers rustling softly.
"Let's test the last skill then you will go eat."
> [Singularity Pulse - Interdiate]
Condenses unstable spatial energy into a single point before releasing it outward.
Damage and scale increase based on the amount of spatial distortion compressed.
Michael's eyes lingered on the description.
He glanced at Wisdom, who blinked up at him from his palm.
"Can you use it?" Michael asked.
He did not need to explain anything.
The system handled that.
As long as the skill na was on one's panel, one would instinctively know how to activate it.
This was why Wisdom had used Dinsional Shroud and Fold Blink
so smoothly, even right after evolving.
The Voidfeather gave a small hoot, then nodded.
"Yes... I know."
Michael stepped back, giving the creature space.
Wisdom flapped once and hovered in the air, wings spreading slightly.
The air around him trembled.
Michael imdiately felt the shift.
Space was not warping violently, but it was buckling, as if sothing
invisible were being squeezed between the bird's talons.
Wisdom closed his green eyes in concentration.
A faint sphere of distortion ford between his wings.
It did not glow.
It did not make a sound.
Instead, it bent the surrounding air inward, twisting lines of existence like ripples pulled into a drain.
Michael's eyes narrowed.
He raised his hand.
"Hold it. Do not release."
The distortion sphere pulsed once, violently.
A tremor swept through the coffin space. Several undead opened
their eyes slightly.
Michael's expression remained calm, but his voice sharpened.
"Release it," Michael ordered.
A ripple passed through the space as Wisdom blurred out of sight, reappearing a mont later several dozen ters away.
Close enough for Michael to observe but far enough to avoid harming
the others.
A clear surrounding.
The sphere of distortion followed him, trembling wildly now that it
was no longer restrained.
Michael planted his feet. His gaze sharpened.
"Good. Now release it."
Wisdom's wings tensed.
The spatial sphere collapsed.
Silently.
Then the space in front of Wisdom twisted like wet cloth wrung by
invisible hands.
The next mont, the world tore open.
A soundless shock ripped outward, flattening the air with crushing
force.
A ring of warped space expanded from the collapse point, shredding the ground into splintered fragnts.
A jagged trench carved itself forward, deep and uneven. The edges of
the tear quivered, refusing to settle back into proper shape.
The ditating Rank 2 undead snapped their eyes open.
Even Michael felt pressure push against his chest.
"Devastating..." he whispered.
Then his senses sharpened.
Wisdom dropped like sothing had yanked the strength clean out of
his small body.
The Voidfeather crashed onto the cracked ground, wings twitching
weakly.
Michael moved instantly.
He appeared beside Wisdom, and the Eye of Truth flared to full
intensity, piercing straight into the creature's core.
What he saw made his expression shift.
Unlike Dinsional Shroud.
Unlike Fold Blink.
This ti, Wisdom's energy was visibly drained.
Wisdom let out a low, weak hoot.
Michael knelt and placed a steady hand on the creature's side.
Wisdom's breathing was shallow. His feathers drooped. His claws
twitched faintly on the fractured ground.
Michael examined the readings again.
The depletion was not small. It was massive. Enough to send any other Rank 2 creature into a coma.
He lifted Wisdom gently, his hand firm under the creature's small
body. The Voidfeather sagged against his palm, too tired to resist.
"I understand now..."
Michael's voice lowered as the pieces clicked together in his mind.
He lifted his gaze toward the swirling gray horizon of the coffin space,
toward the faint, trembling curtain of Void that surrounded them. A mory surfaced.
A passage he had once read.
The Void is the place with the most abundant raw energy in the
universe.
Those who fight in it draw strength from it.
Rank 3 and above do not weaken there. They grow stronger.
Michael stared at the fading torn mark left behind by Singularity
Pulse.
Then his gaze fell on Wisdom.
The strange, invisible energy that always moved around the small owl.
"So that is it..."
He had been asking the wrong question from the beginning.
It was not that Fold Blink did not consu energy.
It was that sothing else was feeding it.
His lips pressed together.
The Void.
The very sa energy that overflowed beyond the coffin's boundary.
Michael looked down at Wisdom again.
A thought crossed his mind. The Void did not only exist here.
It existed everywhere.
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