Chapter 192
Absorbing the black energy liquid is getting easier as the minutes go on. The shaking of the tower has subsided, so the fighting must have moved along a little, giving us some reprive.
Ahra is no longer writing notes, instead simply gaping open mouthed at me. I hope I didn’t do something horrific to myself trying to integrate with this energy. I can feel it overpowering my system still, fundamentally changing my body. Even my core doesn’t feel the same. Instead of the warm energy of a Lycan, the power circulating through me and coming from my remade core is both icy cold and comfortably warm at the same time.
The cloud doesn’t seem to be shrinking though, as much as I can absorb keeps getting replaced, and even more. The battle still rages outside and I can hear hurried footsteps in the halls. I look to my left where I can feel a lot of souls moving, a new sense similar to what I could do with my eyes closed and intense focus before. Stealth will soon mean nothing to me. As long as my opponent is alive that is.
Some of the souls are trying to fade and leave. That must be the triage ward of the hospital then. They think they can just escape into peaceful death after taking me prisoner? I don’t think so. A touch of power anchors them to their bodies, temporarily undead but immobile. A quality healing pill or doctor should have no problem bringing them back to actual life with horrific memories of being caught in limbo.
My body seems to have settled into a final configuration it approves of. At least it’s not remaking itself anymore, only absorbing energy at an astounding rate. No more energy is flowing into the cloud around me and the lightning has stopped. The Golden flecks are still there, but not arcing between each other.
"The lightning has now stopped along with the fighting. Preliminary data shows the effect to have been a result of divine energy manipulation in the area during the breakthrough process." I hear Doosan say in an exhausted voice.
I look around, having lost track of absolutely everything while the process was in full swing. Ahra is asleep on a stack of papers, Doosan has notes everywhere and a second set of monitoring equipment has been set up at the edge of the room, well away from the black energy ball that has almost absorbed into my body.
I feel amazing, like I’m floating on air. No, I feel amazing and I am floating on air. I look down and see that the beanbag chair is half a meter below my crossed legs. That’s pretty cool.
As the energy subsides, so does the floating and I return to my seat, giving myself a final systems check. Everything is working, my ears and tail feel fine while my eyesight is better than ever. A thought lets me focus on the energy around me, and I can see the flow around the two others in the room. The pulse of their heartbeats and the flow of their cultivation is clear as day. It feels like I could reach out and grab it, molding or stopping it with a thought.
Ahra has a blockage in one arm, from an old wound. I should test my theory while I have the chance. The effect is like water, hard to grab, but easy to direct. With a tweak from my own aura, the damage is smoothed out and the flow through her arm is now unimpeded. Looking at Doosan it doesn’t look so easy to change. He’s a Divine Realm cultivator, the flow of his energy is strong and stable. I’ll avoid messing with him for now, who knows what experiments he might think up.