Chapter 182. Psionic Fields, Psionic Dimensions?
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Dr. Connors handed over a vial of Susan's blood.
Nolan uncapped it and, to Wanda's visible shock, let a drop fall onto the back of his own hand. The moment it touched, his skin rippled absorbing it seamlessly.
"...Are you a vampire now?" Wanda asked, half-joking, half-disturbed.
"It's called self-evolution," Nolan replied dryly.
Under the influence of the [Spirit of Evolution], his cells began breaking down the genetic structure of Susan's blood, extracting and adapting its secrets.
He murmured to himself, "Physicalized mental energy? No... there's something else. A new energy dimension?"
His voice trailed as his consciousness dove inward. It felt like a hidden coordinate in his mind had just been lit up as an anchor point. With each shift of thought, his spiritual energy expanded, like tendrils feeling through cracks in space.
He was no longer bound to the material world.
He'd pierced into the arcane.
Then—contact.