The world twisted again.
But this time, there was hesitation.
Michael felt resistance—like he was pushing through something.
And then—
Shift.
Michael reappeared, his back facing the bed, now standing in front of the wardrobe.
His eyes were still closed.
He opened them slowly, his heartbeat thumping in his chest and the faint hum of energy still vibrating in his veins.
It had worked.
Michael exhaled sharply, half in awe, half in disbelief.
"So… it's visible, not seen."
That was what the description had said. The requirement hadn't been to see the spot. It had been for the spot to be visible.
This meant if he could see it with his awareness z it counted as the spot being visible.
"If visibility didn't require direct line of sight, then Phase Shift was even more versatile than Michael thought.
Michael flexed his fingers slowly, the faint tingling still there.
But it hadn't been perfect.
The resistance he'd felt before—he couldn't ignore it.
