6.37 - Creepy Statue Man
Crossing the 100 Wisdom threshold had extended Theo’s precognition to an absurd level. It had more than doubled since he last tested it, making Tresk’s attempt in the Dreamwalk almost futile. Even when she looked through his eyes, she had trouble keeping up with the predictive effect. The alchemist was most surprised at how uncomfortable he felt with this level of power. He realized how difficult it must have been with Khahar. If that man hadn’t found some kind of Soul potion, he would be shocked.
“Thank god for the Wisdom of the Soul potion,” Theo said, sighing as Tresk tried another futile attack. “Hey, do you think I should try to find the space elves today?”
“I don’t care! How about you stay still so I can hit you?” Tresk asked, grunting as she lunged forward.
Theo had seen the attack long before it was made. He stepped to the side, dodging it with little effort. “I think I can make it there, but something tells me getting the shards back will be harder.”
“Why?” Tresk asked, tossing her dagger and hitting air. “Damn it!”
“I can’t assume the shards are just waiting for me to pluck them from their resting place. The space elves would have put defenses.”
Tresk growled, crouching as she prepared to launch another attack. “Maybe you can just drag the whole place back here.”
Theo tapped his chin. That wasn’t a bad idea. The issue with moving the thrones was more a matter of moving a piece of the realm with them. But that was before the gods had returned, putting new restrictions on the way the void worked. He wasn’t certain he could do it again. But he expected the Throne of the Dreamwalker to be there. “Perhaps I can just claim my throne and exert my authority to move the whole realm.”
“Yeah, that might work,” Tresk said, stabbing at air with less vigor than before. “Man, I hate you. I’m gonna summon something I can hit.”