Ash sat in the center of Training Room Seven and fully activated the Boundless Origin Martial Soul.
The pull came at once. It started deep in the middle of his consciousness, steady and absolute, like a hook that had always been waiting there. This time, however, he was ready for it. The first jump had been a shock—raw, disorienting, almost violent. Now the sensation felt familiar, almost welcome. His awareness stretched, then tore free from his physical body with a clean, sharp sensation that no longer startled him.
For a brief moment everything went dark and weightless. He felt the quiet training room fall away beneath him. The cool stone floor, the faint smell of ozone, the shallow circular depression that still refused to heal—all of it disappeared.
Then the real journey began.
