[Congratulations! You have created the transcendent talent, Space-Time manipulation]
The system notification rang in Aaron's ears, telling him of his feat.
The words echoed with a resonant chime that vibrated through his skull, satisfaction warming his chest like a gentle flame amid the chaos, the void feeling less empty with this new power at his command.
But Aaron was not done.
The flow state persisted, his mind racing with possibilities like a comet streaking through the stars, the mystic eyes guiding further explorations with unerring clarity.
In the same way, he slowly combined his Primordial death and life talents.
Energies of oblivion and vitality swirled in his palms like opposing storms meeting, the mystic eyes dissecting their interplay with soul transparency, balancing the cycle with precise, intuitive insight.
Like a patient cook, he merged them together, a system prompt announcing his feat once more.
