After ending the call, Ronan shifted his gaze from the sun to the broader, thinner clouds and continued pondering:
How had it gone off course?
And by quite a lot.
He was nearly three hundred kilometers from his destination. He was actually closer now to the Satellite City on Spring City's outskirts.
Part of it was an adjustment Ronan had deliberately made to avoid having the impact of Space-Crossing Teleportation slam directly into the laboratory ruins, but with an error this large, he had no choice but to think it over.
In his eyes, the sun and clouds looked different from how ordinary people saw them. They had already broken beyond the bounds of common sense passed down through thousands of years of civilization, merging into a Space-Time Structure that was simple at its root yet infinitely complex in manifestation.
At this moment, Magneto-Optical Mica was extending its vast, intermittent body, roughly enveloping the more than five hundred million square kilometers of this planet's surface. Still unsatisfied, it made use of the Earth's magnetic field's unique properties to merge in its own magneto-optical nature. Tracing back to the source, it continuously permeated the crust, mantle, and crust again, shearing against the differing rotational speeds of regions at different layers, sensing—or attempting to toy with—the planet's spatial magnetic field while connecting with the twisted space-time structure around it.
At the same time, it closely followed the Solar Wind's impact on Earth's magnetic field, mixing into the streams of radiation particles flung out from the poles. Its nature changed naturally as it flowed deeper into outer space, seeming wild and unconstrained, wholly unconcerned with whether its form remained intact—or perhaps, so long as that subtle, profound magnetic structure remained, no matter how it was torn and distorted, its essence was still one