He had a perfect idea.
"Switch!" saying this he immediately places with the planet consciousness before squatting down immediately.
Once he had squatted down, he immediately put his hands on the stone platform before he started to make the energy flow chaotic within it.
The stone platform had a cold touch to the hand but instead of refreshing the mind like his mask did, it instead made it slower and more muddled. However, with his perception next to it, it wasn't able to change it even slightly.
'Is this astral stone? It's expensive and was sold by the grams yet the planet was hoarding such a treasure by itself? How much years did it require? Ten millennia? Twenty millennia?'
Seeing that the platform was entirely made of astral stones, Cylius almost cursed out loud.
