A whirlwind flew across the skies of the Cusk nation. Its pace remaining relatively steady. The passage of the whirlwind sounded like the roaring of the great wind that it was, but it dealt no damage to the environment.
Noah sat within the whirlwind, his eyes had lost focus, and stared into the blankness of the spinning gray wind around him.
He looked idle, but a conversation went on in his mind. The system proved incredibly useful as a companion, but after what it told Noah, he knew there was far more to it than he had seen.
Not only could the system switch voices. It could actually manifest a physical form!
The only issue was Noah's body currently stood unable to handle such a process. He would die.
It informed him that the peak of the fifth or sixth tier would allow that flexibility. For now, the most it could do was be a voice in his head.
