Fragments of the Soul Cape rose and fell amid the sea breeze and gentle waves.
Within the "Gear Set" of the Space-Time Structure, Ronan moved without moving.
What remained still was his "role." Within the rigorously ordered Space-Time Structure, change had opened up an impossible "gap," becoming "redundancy" where nothing should have existed, continuing to operate without being directly rejected.
What moved was his relative position. From the seafloor to the sky, from the deep waters to the clouds, he drove countless water molecules to gather and disperse, teasing the True God's senses. Like the water spirits of legend, he leaped and darted through vapor, his movements impossible to predict.
The sensation was somewhat like Astral Projection.
Ever since Ronan's Soul Cape had spread across the globe, he had experienced that kite-with-a-broken-string sense of willfulness, that drifting sensation of being almost completely disconnected from his Xing Hai, less and less often.
Ronan had never forgotten for even a moment that his Soul Power and physical Xing Hai remained in a severe state of Imbalance. The Soul Cape's vast coverage helped ease it, while the Sandwich Domain's complex structure provided a buffer, but Imbalance was still Imbalance. He had to constantly monitor the coupling state of his Form and Spirit Framework, maintaining a difficult balance between the "God Wheel," which had entered an uncontrollable state of expansion, and the "Body Wheel," constrained by Physical Nature.
At times, such thoughts would spring into Ronan's mind:
Why not just throw away this body? It's so fragile, so clumsy, always holding me back... Especially when fighting powerful enemies, I have to devote at least half my attention to figuring out how to hide this most fatal weakness.
Of course, humanity's flickering, leaping thoughts were the least reliable things.
From a rational perspective, abandoning his