Blob spoke softly, as if realizing the same thing. "Your control of space—it's become sharper. More precise."
Max nodded slowly. "It's not just sharper," he said, his voice thoughtful. "It's like the space here is obeying me more easily. My manipulation of spatial energy feels natural… almost instinctive."
He looked around the glowing forest, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Maybe this place isn't just filled with energy. It might be connected to the very essence of space itself. The creature's ability… it must have drawn power from the same source. And now that I've killed it, I've inherited its attunement to this area."
He clenched his hand, and the air distorted softly. A ripple of perfect space energy spread out from his palm, vanishing into the distance without resistance. It was smoother than anything he had achieved before, as if there was no barrier between him and the fabric of reality.
