There was a brief silence.
Without another word, Lynn turned around, struggling with a vacant look in his eyes, and used every ounce of his strength to crawl desperately in the opposite direction like a squid.
Half a minute later.
"Although you mastered psionics quite some time ago and transformed your soul into digital life in psionic form, officially freeing yourself from the constraints of flesh and allowing you to exist independently as a spirit, I haven't yet had the chance to systematically explain and teach you many of the taboos surrounding psionics."
On the streets of Dark Night City, under everyone's astonished gazes, Sir Awen floated cross-legged above the street, holding a book and reading as he drifted forward.
Behind him, inside a faintly glowing force field, Lynn struggled and shouted, pounding on its thin walls, but it didn't do a damn thing.
Inside a spacious High Tower.
Sir Awen floated between rows of bookshelves, extending his hand calmly and elegantly. Under his psionic control, book after book floated to his side.
Only after gathering all the books he needed did he return with a smile, descending into the open space at the center of the High Tower and setting stack after stack of books before Lynn.
"That's everything."
"Training in psionics is different from training the flesh. We primarily focus on the use of the soul and mental power, which makes knowledge particularly important. A truly powerful psionic practitioner must also be a learned mentor. All you need to do today is finish reading these!"
With his hands cuffed behind his back by psionic manacles, Lynn sat on the floor, staring wide-eyed at the nearly person-high stacks of books, and said:
"Just these?"
"Yes," Sir Awen said gently.
Lynn immediately let out a long sigh