Chapter One-Hundred-and-Eight
After getting kicked out of Gladwyn’s dimension for the mess they’d made, Adam had talked for a bit longer with Beck, asking for advice about how best to use the Vanity mirror.
Beck had argued that, since Adam already knew what he’d get from Yenna and Thea, it was a better idea to try out a denizen he didn’t know the reward for, since it was impossible to make the best decision without having a complete overview of all the options. He’d suggested Lucca, but Adam was honestly more curious about trying it on Weaver. A silk-based weapon sounded cool, after all.
Once he’d said goodbye to Beck and Gladwyn, Adam went to the Player House and started practising on something he’d been dreading but knew was important to master: self-manipulation.
He didn’t want to accidentally fling himself off the side of the island, so he stayed inside the house as he took the first steps.
It was extremely uncomfortable.
His first attempts tried to just lift all of the blood in his body at once, but his vision immediately started flickering and he felt like he was about to have a heart attack, not to mention his sense of balance got totally screwed up and a primal panic flooded his mind.
Despite only doing it for a split-second, it had him on his hands and knees for a while afterwards.
Okay, I should have thought a bit more about this…
Lifting my blood means I’m stopping it in its tracks. And if I do that, then it won’t send oxygen and nutrients to my organs… like my brain.