That little smile of amusement, mischief dancing in its corners, lingered on Northern's lips as Aoi's announcement rang out.
[You have copied a new Form: Space Prism]
[Form has been saved into your Soul Forge]
[Two variants have been generated]
Northern exhaled and stood, staring at the prism wall before snapping his fingers.
[Space Prism has been nullified]
He strode through it as if walking through empty air.
[Recursive Generation is evolving the two variants]
[This may take a while]
Northern emerged from the prism like he was passing through an invisible curtain.
He glanced down at his clothes.
"Aoi, I can't arrive at a gathering of origins looking this ragged. What do you suggest?"
[You can copy cloth form and use Infinite Iteration to repair damaged areas of your clothes]
[You can copy any cloth form and create variants of it; the cloth variants can also be evolved]
Northern blinked.
"I can evolve clothes too?"
[Correct]
"What form can't I copy and evolve?"