The dark region seemed to be calling Ron, like an empty abyss, waiting for his consciousness to plunge into it.
As the meditation deepened, Ron could feel his consciousness gradually separating from his body.
This feeling wasn't unfamiliar; during his practice of "Star Eater's Ravings," he had experienced a similar state numerous times.
But this time, the degree of separation far surpassed before.
Ron's consciousness was like a drop of water departing from the ocean, drifting alone in the boundless cosmos.
When the last thread of connection with the body broke, all his perception was pulled into that lightless region.
This place... wasn't truly dark.
Ron's 'sight'—though at this moment, he no longer had physical eyes—could capture a peculiar energy fluctuation.
It was neither light nor heat, but a form of existence surpassing conventional senses.
"Is this... high position space?" Ron's thoughts drifted in this strange space.
There was no up or down, no near or far.
