Psionics.
A special power born of the mind.
In the Upper World, this power was hailed as a miracle of idealism, because in every sense, it challenged the theorems and laws of objective reality.
The mind gave birth to all things; the mind prevailed over all things.
Where consciousness reached, everything in reality lay within a single thought.
Even the Cyber Civilization's research into psionics suggested that, if the power of this field could be developed to its utmost, a single thought could bring all things into being, and another could make every flower wither.
It represented a terrifying path on which all things depended upon the mind. If their psionic ascenders could reach the same heights as the God of Ten Thousand Machines and Colossus once had, they could undoubtedly be called the strongest of the three great types of ascenders.
But by the same token.
Precisely because this path was so difficult to walk.
Their road was destined to be strewn with thorns, and they were destined to struggle to surpass their contemporaries under equal conditions.
And now.
Here in the Dark World, as the sole inheritor of psionics, he represented not only the Night Doctors, but also the Cyber Civilization that had once perished in the flames of war.
Humm-
Almost at the very moment Sir Awen raised his head and opened his eyes, boundless, ascending psionics swept across the entire battlefield.
The churning blood mist was blown apart as though by a tempest, distorting the entire sky like a mirror.
At the same time, the three Root-Level beings sensed the form of power soaring relentlessly at the edge of the battlefield. Almost simultaneously, they turned their heads and looked toward that distant horizon.
"Cyber?!"
"Night Doctor!"
At that moment, the instant they saw that figure, everyone's