"You're really making me fight the Great Khan?"
Xi Yan was on the verge of tears. "Even if I'm a Psionics User, I've never learned any Psionics Combat techniques-"
"Use your psionics to conjure up anything at all, then hit your opponent with it. That's a Psionics Attack. When your opponent hits back, block it with a Psionics Barrier. That's Psionics Defense."
The Sky Bishop stood beneath the Golden Throne, gazing up at Xi Yan's sleeping body, while his projection stood rooted to the spot in disbelief.
The Holy Guardians had sent the Sky Bishop over directly to assist Xi Yan.
With light steps, the bishop circled the enormous Golden Throne, then gave Xi Yan a radiant smile. "Wonderful! You've already separated your soul from your body. Your chances of winning are even better now!"
"I don't understand!"
Xi Yan clutched his head. [Teacher] came over to comfort him. "...It's fiiine. Not understanding is exactly right. If you could figure it out, psionics wouldn't be psionics anymore."
"There's only one thing you need to do."
The Sky Bishop opened her dazzling golden eyes wide and raised a slender index finger at Xi Yan. "Learn to control those psionics. Your soul is deeply bound to your Empire. You can draw endless Psionics Power from the abstract collection of concepts that is the 'Empire.'"
"Then defeat the Great Khan and end its life. The Shroud's power cannot corrupt you."
"...To that end, we've prepared a few interesting things for you." [Teacher]'s mechanical arms extended from beneath his robes, hauling out a pile of strange objects.
"...First, try detaching your soul from the Golden Throne."
Xi Yan could only follow the instructions of these masters of psionics. He transferred his consciousness from the Golden Throne into his own Psionics Power, then moved that