Angel's mental sea had always been steady, which also reflected how remarkably stable his emotions were.
Even when his emotions fluctuated, they raised no more than a faint ripple across his mental sea.
But now, as the power born of the food's effect swept his consciousness into his mental sea, that perpetually tranquil sea stirred into waves for once.
Each mental wave rose higher than the last.
Yet throughout the process, Angel's emotions remained as calm as an observer's, as though he were watching a fire from across a river.
It was a peculiar experience, but something even more extraordinary happened the moment the mental waves fell from their peak. Countless intangible mental filaments trembled softly and drifted out of his mental sea.
The sensation was somewhat like extending mental tendrils.
But there was a clear difference.
Mental tendrils originated in his mental sea, but to make them affect the outside world, Angel had to turn his own conscious will into a banner that led them forth.
This time, however, the mental filaments flowed out entirely naturally.
Angel had never experienced anything like this before!
He had heard that an uncontrolled outpouring of mental power signified a loss of mental control, and what was happening now bore a faint resemblance to that.
But if he really were losing mental control, someone of Angel's current standing would certainly have sensed a warning.
In reality, not only did Angel feel no ominous unease, he felt no discomfort whatsoever. Instead, a faint delight welled within him.
It was as though his body were anticipating something.
The next second.
Rather than dispersing into his surroundings, the mental filaments penetrated every part of his body.
Sure enough, this was no loss of mental control.
It was a qualitative transformation of his mind and flesh!
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