Bronze

Sylas could only try again, pulling at the uneven portions of his Aether skin bit by bit.

As he did so, he found that his control was really being tested. If it was because he had used Extricate on the Intelligence Gene, he wouldn't have felt it so clearly. But right now, it felt like he was slowly pushing a hidden muscle beyond its limit, no different than how he would lift a weight.

It was taxing, but not to the point of collapse.

Finally, two minutes later, and barely a couple of minutes before his Aether skin succumbed to the heat, <Maddened Enlightenment> responded to his call.

Sylas almost let out an audible sigh of relief. Aether rushed toward him, and it was dense to a level beyond what he had experienced before.

He looked around the world he was in. This was the first time he was truly doing as much. Before, his mind was too foggy, and after that, he was too focused on survival.