Seth's forehead crumpled, his brows squeezing tight as he struggled to haul his will together, constantly mounting in flow, building force as it weighed on space.
Seth knew this idea was risky, but he had no choice, it was either this or accept eventual death, as the weapon spirit was clearly trying to crush his mind and take a hold of his body.
Focusing his will to the limit, the benefits of his practice of helping believers ascend began to rear their head, his will control was absurdly dense and concentrated.
He could direct the large flows with such delicate handling yet precise control, without a doubt Seth's will stat was the most effective of his status.
The will surged into a mental invisible flow of storm raging against space as reality around them began to bend and warp, the space fluctuating at a fragile level.
