"Ugh…"
I was inside the Ania room, taking a long breath while crouching. A thin, transparent black thread wound slowly around my body, fluctuating slightly in its intensity.
I focused my mind, trying to imagine myself extracting the Ania quickly from the air around me…
I was carrying out what George had asked of me one last time: to be able to use Ania in five minutes. I had managed to understand the missing key to make it work. Watching Zion and Fry's fight had given me an idea of how to do it…
Controlling Ania… some might say it was obvious from the start, but I would tell them it was different from the usual idea of control. You don't control it—it controls you. You have to give it full freedom to move through your magical channels without directing it.
