"Wow! Mr. Joker! This is incredible! I'm flying! I love it!" Pebble shouted, his laughter echoing across the ship.
The effect was instantaneous. Below them, the other twenty or thirty customers who had just boarded looked up.
Their conversations died away as they watched Pebble soaring through the air, framed by the brilliant white light of the "Miracle" sails. It was a spectacle that transformed the ship from a mere bar into a realm of wonder.
Thomas checked his internal "Qi-Bank," expecting to see a massive drain for manipulating another soul's position. To his genuine shock, the counter didn't budge.
The 10,000-point upgrade to the ship had apparently granted him far more autonomy than he realised.
Either the ship facilitated these minor environmental manipulations for free, or the cost was so negligible that his passive Qi regeneration covered it instantly.
