Levi Thane stood at the edge of the ship's training bay, watching the rippling mass of liquid metal suspended before him. It swayed and pulsed like a living thing, held together by his will alone while sweat beaded on his brow, but his focus remained unshaken.
With a gentle squeeze, he clenched his fist, causing the metallic fluid to coil inward and compress itself into a perfect sphere the size of a marble. Then, with a flick of his fingers, it expanded outward into metallic tendrils before settling into a floating and razor-thin disc.
Control, precision, and efficiency.
That was his goal for his training today. His ability was immensely powerful, but in its raw state, it was nothing more than underdeveloped potential, and he refused to waste a single drop of it after all he had gone through in life.
His VQD vibrated.
