"Let's talk tomorrow"

00:56 am. 

Jonathan had finished the battle and slowly descended, waving his hand nonchalantly as the floating ash around him dissipated like dust caught in a breeze.

His phone vibrated twice.

A message from Zebulon came through: "I'm done on my end. Let's meet at the main exit of the old industrial area."

"Okay," Jonathan replied, "wait for me a moment."

He was exhausted, barely able to walk, and desperately needed sleep to regain his strength and spirit. However, important matters were yet unresolved.

Jonathan walked slowly through the dark, old industrial zone. It wasn't that he didn't want to take a shortcut by using spatial vortexes, but he needed time to recover strength. Using Material Restructuring to control his body in flight was incredibly draining, requiring delicate control.