Chapter 56: A Fantasy Protagonist
Matthew took a breath and closed his eyes, focusing again.
It was like opening a door in his mind. The moment he concentrated on the backpack, something shifted. A strange sense of weight, not heavy, just present, unfolded at the edge of his awareness.
A space.
Roughly two meters long, maybe a little less in height. It wasn’t massive, but it was enough to walk a few steps in or stretch out your arms. It felt dim, like standing in a closet with no lightbulb, but he could still sense the contents inside it clearly. They weren’t objects he could see in front of him, but his mind registered them the way you’d remember items placed in your own pockets.
He narrowed his focus.
He could sense a pile of stones in the corner of the space, varied in shape and size, scattered loosely, like someone had tossed them in without much thought.
They weren’t arranged or secured, just dumped there as if they were nothing more than common rocks.
There was also other stuff, but he chose to focus on the stones first.
He blinked.
"No way..." he mumbled.
He reached into the backpack and focused on one of the objects. A moment later, his fingers brushed against something solid. Without hesitation, he pulled.