If there was one thing Michael envied about Rank Three creatures, it was their spatial abilities. The rest were simply things he naturally desired.
Tasks that would have taken him a long time to accomplish by running were completed in a matter of seconds by others.
Michael also noticed that this old soldier possessed a far superior spatial ability and range compared to those who had previously transported him using spatial teleportation. He suspected this had something to do with the level of understanding a Rank Four creature possessed compared to a Rank Three. After all, these were beings who had already begun forming the prototype of an actual world.
Each of them was vastly different from the general supernatural populace.
The pressure vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.
"We have arrived," the old man said calmly.
Michael's senses snapped outward.
They were floating in midair.
