Lynch gathered his strength and humbly asked, "Master, please guide me. I feel their mutual repulsion, yet they must be unified, making it difficult to grasp the balance within."
"Balance?" Gulwige slightly shook his head, extending a finger from which a faint light emerged at the tip, quickly stretching into a constantly twisting, flickering silver thread. "Look at it, what do you perceive it to be?"
"A... conduit of spatial energy?" Lynch cautiously answered.
"It is, and it isn't." Gulwige's fingers moved slightly, and that thread split momentarily into thousands of even finer threads. They twisted and collided, yet maintained their shape in a strangely cohesive manner.
