"Okay! Okay!"
Michael heard a familiar childlike voice echo faintly in his mind through their bond, followed an instant later by the complete disappearance of the Voidfeather.
Michael's eyes sharpened. He immediately spread out his senses.
The space inside the damaged coffin was vast, a little over ten thousand meters across, but this was not the limit of his perception. With his current strength, he could sweep the entire space as easily as someone running a hand across smooth glass.
His senses expanded like a tidal wave.
And then he found it.
Michael sensed Wisdom at the very edge of the coffin dimension, perched near the curved boundary where the internal space dissolved into a swirling gray Void.
One moment Wisdom was in front of him.
The next, he was ten thousand meters away, sitting calmly at the absolute edge of existence.
Michael's eyes widened slightly in pure delight.
"So it really is teleportation," he whispered.
