Particle disturbance.
If the sea of particles before them was like opposing soldiers, disorderly and densely distributed throughout the entire space,
then the psionic energy Lin An expended transformed into enormous dark-golden serpents, driving the particles into an even tighter formation.
The image zoomed in again.
Like a camera rapidly closing in.
The Second Will seemed to think that still wasn't enough. A rare fervor entered its voice:
("Do you see it?!")
("Every point of psionic energy you expend is stirring up the particles!")
The dark-golden psionic energy, gleaming with a metallic sheen, was magnified to the extreme.
In the scene before their eyes, the enormous psionic serpents had abruptly become tiny threads, desperately tugging individual particles closer together.
On a macroscopic level, this meant that the charge carriers, already being compressed together, were colliding under the guidance of psionic energy.
Like an impact, when the particles collided, they erupted with an endless stream of energy, constructing an entire electric field!
Its spectacular beauty was enough to leave anyone dazzled and mesmerized.
As his mental strength was rapidly depleted, Lin An watched the scene before him and suddenly realized what the Second Will was trying to convey.
"You mean..."
"Cataclysm skills don't simulate any phenomenon at all..."
"They directly alter reality!?"
"No... They make fantasy reality directly from the microscopic level!?"
At that moment, Lin An could not describe what he was seeing with precise language.
But under Super Thinking, he already understood the difference between ordinary skills and Cataclysm skills.
("That's right!")
Within the space, the Second Will let out a chilling chuckle.
The emotion in its voice remained undiminished:
("If the skills you used to possess, or the skills possessed by all Awakened Ones, were like buttons...")
("After you pressed them, the System would create all kinds of