Michael made sure to keep his distance. He was dealing with powers way beyond what he could even understand.
The only thing that was even allowing him the confidence to remain unseen was the sliver of Nascent Power in his core. It would beat with an unnatural and uncomfortable rhythm whenever he got too close.
And in the end, he had to travel for hours on end, reaching even the ends of the Royal Continent.
He saw a vast ocean sprawl all around him. Gigantic waves littered the horizon. Vast walls of destructive storms threatened in the far distance. Michael finally understood why travelling by boat in the oceans was so dangerous.
He had now retreated back to his Main Drone, back in the Control Room. It had become his own personal airplane. Though, this was far smaller, which helped in keeping his stealth.
