Sebastian could explore either of the two main methods if he had sufficient time or a conducive environment to practice. For the first, he would require a mystical object and would have to master the unconventional art of creating portals.
The force of such a portal would then tear open a rift in space, bending reality itself and allowing him to appear wherever he desired. This process, though perilous and demanding, would test his resolve, imagination, and endurance, pushing him beyond ordinary limits into realms where possibility and impossibility blur together.
However, for Sebastian to create portals in the state he was in, it was practically impossible. His current method of manipulating space did not permit the formation of rifts, nor did he possess the knowledge required to bend reality in such a way.
All he truly understood was how to establish a connection with a planet, control its axis to draw objects closer or push them farther away, and employ the concept of presence—a technique that allowed him to sense everything within the planet, observe natural forces, and possibly forge connections with both living and non‑living entities.
This ability, though profound and deeply attuned to planetary resonance, was more concerned with communion and influence over the world he was bound to, rather than the violent act of tearing open space itself. In essence, Sebastian's gift was one of harmony and perception, not rupture and traversal, leaving him tethered to the rhythms of the planet instead of the pathways between worlds.
The second method, however, required Sebastian to become at least as fast as the greatest soul being known—Death. It was common knowledge that Death embodied unmatched speed, moving with a swiftness that transcended mortal comprehension.
For Sebastian to teleport using velocity alone, he would need to rival that pace, or at the very least approach it. Though he was already considered one of the fastest soul beings in all of New Darkovia, especially when he used his spatial abilities to augment his momentum, the gap between his current state and Death's legendary speed was vast.
To bridge it, Sebastian would require relentless training, immense patience, and vast stretches of time and space to refine his craft. Only then could he hope to break through the veil of distance, transforming sheer speed into instantaneous traversal, a feat that would demand not just power but the endurance of spirit and the will to defy the boundaries of existence itself.
A luxury he did not possess, for he was under hostage, and his body was far from its best condition. At present, multiple fractures riddled his frame, with cracks running across his skeletal structure like fault lines in brittle stone. Even if he somehow managed to escape captivity, his weakened state would betray him.
He would require several more days—perhaps longer—to mend his body back into peak form before he could even begin contemplating the arduous task of increasing his speed. The path to recovery was not merely physical but spiritual, demanding patience, resilience, and the will to endure pain while nurturing the faint hope of freedom. Only once his body was restored could he dream of pushing himself toward the impossible velocity needed to rival Death's stride and unlock the second method of teleportation.
Moreover, while Sebastian's speed might have seemed extraordinary to an ordinary soul being, in truth it was only comparable to that of a typical death knight—or even a skeleton knight. What set him apart was not raw velocity alone, but the unique way he combined motion with manipulation of space.
While death knights strained their bodies to drift with speed at their absolute limit, Sebastian could surge forward at his own peak speed while simultaneously bending the space before him, shortening distances and warping trajectories. This dual mastery gave him an edge, a deceptive swiftness that made him appear faster than he truly was, though it still fell short of the transcendent pace required to rival Death himself.
His gift was less about brute acceleration and more about weaving reality into his stride, a fusion of physical exertion and spatial artistry that blurred the line between movement and magic.
All that truly meant was that, while Sebastian had his space powers working in his favor—augmenting his speed—he still had to rely on the fundamentals of running. To become faster, he could not depend solely on bending reality; he had to put in the physical work, training his body with relentless vigor so that his natural pace improved.
Only through disciplined effort could he move faster, broadening his ability to view more places in less time and amplifying the rate at which his spatial powers enhanced his apparent speed. It was a grueling balance between mystical augmentation and raw endurance, a path that demanded sweat, pain, and perseverance, reminding him that even extraordinary gifts required ordinary labor to reach their fullest potential.
So, Sebastian could never breach space with mere speed, for his original velocity was not nearly fast enough to generate the vacuum required. Even the speed he did possess had to be augmented through manipulation of space, meaning teleportation by the second method was forever beyond his reach.
After mentally reviewing both known paths to attaining teleportation, he finally accepted the truth: he would never be able to fulfill the conditions necessary for either method. His unique circumstances—being held hostage, weakened in body, and deprived of the freedom to train—denied him the opportunity to pursue the rigorous discipline demanded by both techniques.
In that moment of clarity, Sebastian understood that his journey toward teleportation was not one of brute force or borrowed speed, but of discovering an entirely new way, a path hidden within the folds of his own abilities, waiting to be unearthed through ingenuity and resilience.
Sebastian realized he had gone from holding a fragile idea of how to teleport to having nothing at all—he was right back at square one. Yet, he never considered knowledge a waste, even when it seemed to have no immediate use.
To him, every fragment of understanding was a seed, waiting for the right conditions to grow. Since the two main methods had proven impossible, he stopped obsessing over how to force them to work for him.
Instead, he allowed the concepts to linger quietly in his mind, like distant echoes, while he turned his focus toward discovery. With determination, he resolved to seek a way to teleport using only the resources at hand, trusting that persistence, creativity, and his unique bond with space and planets might reveal a hidden path that no soul being had ever walked before.
After reviewing and re‑reviewing everything he knew about teleportation and the two main methods available, Sebastian finally reached a decisive realization. The only way forward in his mastery was to stop treating teleportation as an abstract, distant concept and instead embrace it as something tangible—something he could achieve, would achieve, and needed to achieve in order to survive.
This shift in perspective transformed his struggle from a theoretical pursuit into a matter of necessity, sharpening his resolve.
Teleportation was no longer a dream or a theory; it became a goal etched into his survival instinct, a challenge he was determined to conquer through ingenuity, persistence, and the relentless drive to bend reality to his will.