1872. Reckless

'This is annoying,' Noah thought as the black hole poured even more dark matter inside his mind.

The higher energy didn't stop there. It flowed inside Noah's eyes and ears to enhance his perception as much as possible. It was clear that his other fuels couldn't keep up with the ghosts' abilities. Only his black hole could give him a chance to avoid hurting his friends.

"Do you mind stop pointing them at me?" Wilfred asked while raising an eyebrow and punching the air.

An explosion quickly resounded behind Noah and flung one of the ghosts that had come out of the cracked surface back. It seemed that only half of the scene had been an illusion. Noah had really destroyed the ground and turned part of the environment into products of his ambition. The effects of those creatures had started to affect him only during his last move.