The backlash was noticeably lighter than before.
Only a faint ache spread through my muscles, accompanied by a single drop of blood escaping my nose before my regeneration erased even that.
"Progress."
I had only used the technique a handful of times, yet my body was already beginning to adapt. Before I could admire the scenery, the surrounding clouds rippled.
Gerald stepped out of the mist with his usual calm expression.
He looked at me.
Then toward the faint traces of Space, Time and Soul lingering around me.
A small smile formed beneath his beard.
"I see you've become considerably more comfortable with that movement technique."
"I'm trying."
"It shows."
I chuckled before walking toward him.
"Good. Because I actually came to ask you something."
Gerald folded his hands behind his back.
"And here I thought you simply missed my company."
"I'll admit that was part of it."
"Liar."
"I tried."
The old man laughed quietly.
