Michael forced himself to calm down.
In fact, everything he had seen wasn't even the full extent of his gains.
For some reason, he felt it—there was more.
Taking a deep breath, he dismissed his panels and sat down, closing his eyes.
He didn't know why, but he felt an urge—a strong pull to meditate.
The lingering sensation from consuming the Soul Pool Fruits was still there, giving him a feeling as if something within him had been unlocked.
Something he might lose access to if he didn't grasp it now—while he was still sensitive to it.
As Michael closed his eyes and focused inward, something shifted.
It was subtle at first, like a gentle ripple in a still pond, but soon, it became undeniable—a pull, deep and resonant, leading him into the depths of himself.
The sensation felt familiar.
It was like when he was entering his sea of consciousness.
And then, he saw it.
His soul.
Michael couldn't explain how he knew, but he just did.
Darkness surrounded him.
