However, now he was abandoning all caution when trying to execute the next space technique. The next space technique followed his concept of manipulating the world axis, but instead of manipulating the space around his body with his ordinary mind—one that relied only on what he could physically see to make him appear faster whenever he bent space—this time he was going to manipulate the world axis in a far more daring way.
Instead of using mind alone, he intended to surround and saturate the power into the vast space presence, hoping the world itself would carry him to where he desired. He had already fulfilled the conditions necessary for movement, yet while his ordinary perception was limited to what his eyes could see, the space presence was all‑seeing, all‑aware, and infinitely perceptive.
It was aware of everything in existence, from the smallest particle to the grandest star, so there was a high chance it would resolve the problem of needing to manually manipulate the space around an object to teleport it. By entrusting his will to this omnipresent awareness, he sought to transcend the boundaries of mortal limitation and step into a realm where movement was no longer bound by sight, but by the very essence of universal truth.
Lastly, he was to use the same space presence to determine where he was going to be teleported—and fast. If he didn't hurry to figure that out and executed the first two skills without promptly activating the third, he could be lost in the endless expanse of space, or worse, swallowed by dimensions unknown. The urgency weighed heavily on him, for although the third skill was the easiest to perform, simplicity did not guarantee safety.
Sebastian had no certainty of what would happen if he executed the skill immediately, or if he delayed by even a few seconds. The margin for error was razor‑thin, and hesitation could mean annihilation. Resolute, Sebastian cast aside doubt and executed the third skill. It was deceptively simple: all he needed was to imagine, with absolute clarity, the place he wished to teleport into—preferably a pictorial image engraved in vivid detail within his mind.
That mental image would serve as a map, a guiding beacon, which he would place beside the infinite awareness of the space presence. Together, his vision and the presence would align, allowing him to see and confirm the destination before the teleportation unfolded, ensuring his passage through the cosmos was not blind but guided by the very essence of universal perception.
So the third step was essentially using the vast space presence to perceive a location beyond his immediate environment, and then harnessing that awareness to pinpoint it. With the combination of all three skills, Sebastian finally stood on the threshold of true teleportation, a feat that had eluded countless seekers before him.
The result—he teleported. The experience was ethereal, dazzling, and almost indescribable, as though reality itself had bent to his will. It was beautiful in every way: stunning, radiant, and groundbreaking, a phenomenon that felt like it should never occur, yet it did. Against the odds, Sebastian did not get lost in the infinite void of space, nor did he suffer catastrophic loss—other than the immense energy drained from his body to fuel the passage.
He emerged forward, transported to an island vaguely reminiscent of Coilspire, its contours echoing familiarity yet cloaked in mystery. The teleportation was successful, and though it left him weakened, the triumph was undeniable. He had crossed the boundary between mortal limitation and cosmic possibility, proving that the fusion of mind, presence, and axis could reshape the very laws of existence.
***
Diego was vividly shocked and utterly appalled when the captive he had been frantically watching and keeping by his side vanished before his very eyes. What was even more astounding was the fact that Sebastian had teleported directly in front of him, leaving no trace and no clue as to where he had gone.
The sudden disappearance was not only unexpected but also deeply unsettling, for Diego realized that Sebastian had deliberately chosen this method so that no one—not even him—would know his destination. Yet Diego was not without recourse.
Though Sebastian's teleportation was designed to erase all signs of his path, Diego possessed other means, hidden and formidable, to track him even across the folds of space. His shock quickly hardened into determination, for he knew that Sebastian's escape was not the end of their confrontation but merely the beginning of a far more dangerous pursuit.
However, the reason Diego still looked genuinely shocked that Sebastian was nowhere to be found was because the "other means" he had believed he could rely on—even if Sebastian teleported right before him—had failed entirely. Despite knowing Sebastian could teleport whenever he wished, Diego had not confined him in a container or bound him with restrictive cuffs, because he trusted his ability to track the residue of energy Sebastian would inevitably expend.
Yet now, that assumption collapsed. The trail he expected to follow was absent, vanishing into nothingness. Diego had no idea that Sebastian's teleportation would bypass the need for detectable energy, or that whatever force was consumed would dissolve beyond all possibility of being traced. This revelation left him stunned and unsettled, realizing that Sebastian's mastery of space presence had not only granted him freedom but had rendered Diego's carefully prepared safeguards useless, leaving him blind and powerless in the aftermath of the escape.
Though he looked shocked, Diego did not allow the tremor of disbelief he felt—or the implications of Sebastian's sudden disappearance—to be revealed to his officials and the other soul beings trailing behind him. Instead, despite Sebastian having teleported into God knows where, Diego kept marching forward with unwavering composure, refusing to pause or grant his subordinates time to question the situation.
He moved as though he knew exactly where he was going, projecting an aura of certainty, as if it were only a matter of time before they caught up to Sebastian wherever he might be hiding. His officials, unsettled yet desperate for direction, were finally goaded into believing Diego possessed knowledge beyond their own. Misreading the situation entirely, they convinced themselves that Diego had some mysterious method of tracking Sebastian—or perhaps even Maru—and that he was guiding them there through a secret, unfathomable way. Soon, they followed his path blindly, their faith in Diego's authority overriding doubt, firmly believing that his march was not aimless but destined.