Time flew by.
In reality, several hours passed in a flash, while in the sea of the mind at the deepest level of the subconscious, countless centuries had already gone by.
Sir Awen sat in a chair with a book in his hands. He checked the time, then closed the book with a smile and looked at Lynn, who lay there fast asleep.
"It's about time, Captain. Bring him back."
The flames in the eyes of the skeleton waiting nearby flared as he raised his bony hand.
Snap-
He snapped his fingers, just as expected.
Lynn's body twitched, then he abruptly sat bolt upright like a zombie. His eyes were blank and dull, and he muttered some incomprehensible words in his sleep, all spark gone from him.
Sir Awen looked at Lynn with a smile and said:
"Lynn, how did your studies go? Have you gained any insights of your own?"
Lynn murmured a recitation. "Fifty-four thousand years ago, a sage from the ancient Technological Civilization compiled the first work on the psionic system in this era and uncovered a series of mystical theories on tapping into one's psionic potential and exploring the power of the soul. Over the following thousand years..."
Sir Awen raised a finger and said with a smile:
"All right, a general understanding of the history of psionics is enough. First, tell me how psionics affects reality and space. By what means?"
Lynn repeated the words blankly, like a machine.
"Psionics is, in essence, an idealistic power. Although similar to mental power, it is fundamentally different. Unwavering idealism allows you to glimpse the essence of all things. Everything, including matter and energy, is merely an aggregation of something illusory and virtual. As long as your belief is strong enough, as long as you firmly believe your