The power he received wants to be set free. It wants to run without direction but he won't let it. He wants to wield the perks that come with this power as he sees fit. So he forced the cocoon to bend to his will. His loss of control of his gravity manipulation also receded.
He rose into the air as if levitating with the support of the people. He is never alone in a fight as the child of the plane. All he needs to do is call for support. It is up to him now to utilize the contributions efficiently.
The first thing he did is to gain total control of the threads. It is necessary seeing as most of the threads are directionless. The cocoon of light warped and shrunk down. The threads fused together into one so the cocoon became a golden bolt.
He became wreathed in the golden bolt. It infused his body and mind. It clung to him and moved around his body like another limb he didn't know he had.
