However, Thirteen Spices did not indulge in irrational sentimentality with Husky, such as the "you block for me, I'll block for you" type... Instead, he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and began to channel.
His consciousness soared instantly, like a bird pulled high into the sky—then, maintaining this bird's-eye view, he randomly selected seven bundles of orange-yellow flames before abruptly plummeting.
Invisible, transparent threads descended from the sky, landing on some of the "sailors."
Thirteen Spices felt his consciousness split into eight fragments.
As the consciousness of the original body was faint to the point of almost imperceptible—he was like managing seven threads simultaneously, furiously switching screens, precisely controlling these seven men.
Not merely suggesting.
