With a mind overflowing with questions, it was then that Uriel realised that his mage tool had been broken down during his evolution—alongside his garb, tunic, and fang.
He didn't have anyone to ask for guidance.
While he could try and ask the—
'No.'
Uriel refocused.
'Each of my cells bearing a world doesn't seem possible. No, it is absolutely impossible.'
'But since I've managed to form my own fabrics with my Star Rings and Spirits, perhaps the boon manifests in such a way. Maybe it's hyper-focused.'
His gaze sharpened. 'Potential of a world…aether?'
It had to be.
The natural evolution of his iron body would grant him even greater aether reserves, and of the highest quality at that.
And if that happened…
'I'll be able to freely use my Star Rings without worrying I'll run out of energy.'
Since forming his Star Rings, that had been the biggest issue, and he doubted even the formation of his new cores would fix that. He hadn't thought he'd find a solution so easily.
