Two weeks later, deep within the Purnas Mansion's underground base, a shimmering, pulsating purple aura painted the pristine white-metal chamber with an otherworldly glow. Richard floated effortlessly in its center, his eyes closed, his expression serene, yet a subtle tension hummed beneath his skin, a contained tempest.
The air around him crackled faintly with unseen energy, the nascent power of a god-in-the-making. He was actively honing his psionic abilities, pushing beyond his previously known limits, the purple light a visual manifestation of the immense psychic energy now surging through him.
At the observation deck overlooking the chamber, Lina and Jack stood side-by-side, their faces illuminated by the soft, alien luminescence. Both watched Richard with a mixture of profound awe, lingering concern, and an enduring sense of disbelief.
