But Lassim was no longer paying attention to their movements.
His focus was entirely on the spatial fabric that he could now sense around him after resonating with the special energy in his heart world; amazed at the tangible feeling given off by the faint threads of energy that held this reality together.
Thanks to his strong desire to escape to somewhere safe at the moment, he could feel the pull of the desert in the distance, the feeling of electricity of the Lightning storm above the sect seemed to have a memorable enough anchor for him to sense; a place far away from this battlefield.
As the trio closed in, Lassim threw caution to the wind in a desperation as he forcefully channeled the spatial void energy from his heart world through the rest of his body, letting it infuse his every cell with the progenitor marks acting as a conduit.
