Elorin didn't get up immediately, listening to the message in complete silence. It was only after an entire half hour that he stood. As he did so, his body seemed to leave afterimages in its wake despite the fact he wasn't moving very fast.
Suddenly, all of those afterimages snapped into one before the process started again, and then again.
Elorin seemed to realize what was happening and shook his head before waving a hand and dispersing the odd Force in the air.
After a yawn, he patted down his still pristinely white tracksuit that didn't have even a slight stain on it despite the fact he had just been lying in the grass and began to walk forward. Under some mysterious power, he appeared dozens of kilometers away, but somehow still seemed to be standing in place.
Like a rubberband, his afterimage snapped into the distance, fusing with himself dozens of kilometers ahead.
