Boarding the ship

Hours passed as Jaegar worked tirelessly within this mental realm. He pushed himself, stretching the limits of his control, allowing the lightning to intertwine with the chaos in complex patterns. Each time he felt he might lose control, he steadied himself, drawing upon the discipline he had cultivated over years of practice.

As the night wore on, Jaegar could feel a profound change taking place. The once turbulent energies began to flow more smoothly, responding to his will with increasing ease. The lightning no longer threatened to lash out unpredictably but instead coiled and struck with precision. The purple chaos, too, seemed less wild, more like a tool he could shape and direct rather than a force that threatened to overwhelm him.

When Jaegar finally opened his eyes, the first light of dawn was beginning to seep through the cracks in the shutters. He felt exhausted physically, but mentally and spiritually invigorated.