Buzz—!
The lab space emitted a deep and grand resonance! Not the violent rifting from before, but an announcement stable to the extreme!
From Lynch as the center, invisible spatial ripples spread out, and wherever they passed, the floating dust in the air was smoothed and fixed instantly, as if solidified in amber.
The tools scattered on the lab table, and the crystal sheets themselves, all slightly floated in this stable and vast force field, losing the constraints of gravity, but were firmly "anchored" by the space itself, not moving a bit.
Lynch opened his eyes. In the depths of his gray eyes, it was as if there was a network of silver runes and a deep void vortex intertwining and rotating, fleeting. He slowly raised his right hand, spreading his five fingers.
No incantation, no complex guidance.
A mere thought, the space in front of his palm rippled silently, like the surface of water disturbed by a stone.
