'Just give me a little time... Not to confront his Authority—that would be foolish.'
Roland's brow slowly tightened.
'I need to understand the resonance pattern between this solidified space and those "threads"... find the most subtle, possibly existing "phase difference" or "redundant vibration"...'
He could feel the wisp of resonant light at his fingertips—a mixture of defiance and a longing for this to end—"analyzing" the abnormal state of the surrounding space at an excruciatingly slow pace.
It was like a newly-forged, still-crude Engraving Blade touching the hardest Crystal Stone for the first time.
Though it couldn't cut through it immediately, the friction allowed it to gradually sense the Crystal's grain and the direction of its most fragile cleavage plane.
'Just a little more time to adapt, a bit more precise Perception...'
