He could feel the magical threads of the Loom stretching in all directions around him, a complex web of threads that responded to his conscious will.
The sensation was like having invisible hands that could reach out and touch the fundamental forces of reality.
Now came the incredibly difficult part. He needed to compress all of this expanded mental range back down to a single, tiny point of concentrated consciousness.
The technique required him to gather every bit of his mental energy and focus it into the smallest possible area while maintaining perfect control.
The process was like trying to force an ocean through a drinking straw. His expanded consciousness naturally wanted to remain spread out, and compressing it created enormous internal pressure.
His brain felt like it was being squeezed in a vice, and waves of pain shot through his skull with each attempt.
