I fed every last drop of the excess Unspoiled Farsight essence back into the replicated Ego.
The process took time—careful threads of will guiding the raw power, compressing it layer by layer until it fused completely with the core.
But when it finished, the change hit me at once.
I activated the Ego again, still sitting in the training room.
This time the wrenching sensation was milder, almost gentle. My awareness slipped free and settled into that vast formless plane, but the strain on my heart and mind had dropped sharply.
I picked the entrance hall as my first focus, and the vision formed clear and steady.
Then, without needing to release and restart the Ego, I simply willed the viewpoint to shift—down the corridor, up the stairs, across the garden paths.
It moved smoothly, like gliding on calm water. No ringing pain, no wavering edges.
There was still time left in the day, so I turned my thoughts to something I had been postponing.
