Still cross-legged in the low-lit cabin, Richard sat in silence, not because of tranquility—but because of revelation.
His eyes were sharp now, alive with psionic clarity. The air was thick with the rhythm of quantum breath flowing through his body, like tides responding to a celestial moon only he could see. Every breath felt like it was feeding something ancient inside him.
And yet, the rush of new understanding stirred not calm—but hunger.
"Alright," he muttered. "Let's see what else you're hiding from me…"
He summoned the Skill Shop again. Filters swept across the glowing blue interface, narrowing categories. He navigated to Psionic > Mastery Tier, heart thumping with expectation. If the breathing skill was only a basic technique, there had to be greater things.
Then—his eyes widened.
