"This is..." Noire muttered in disbelief.
Everywhere he looked, the fractured fragments of space-time had a crystalline outline, allowing Noire to accurately differentiate the boundaries of these shattered, disordered pieces.
Then, under his scrutinizing gaze, these drifting fragments would consolidate and merge into a state of dormant equilibrium as they blanketed over Noire's skin. The power of laws permeating from Noire's acupoints enshrouded the fractured filaments of space-time that percolated through his body.
However, instead of poisoning Noire's mortal body, these foreign forces submitted to the influence of the primal law fragments, slowly but surely regaining order.
All around, fragments of disordered space-time drifted about in this channel, this allowed Noire to make an approximate estimation of his position and speed. Then, a thought suddenly lit up in Noire's mind.
