Fate's Eternal Foe

The President

Derrick got up from the chair and took out a yoga mat from his room. He laid it floor in front of the television and sat crosslegged.

He was a little nervous as he had drunk the synthetic fluid yesterday which aided him to enter a trance. Its effects had already faded from his body by now and he was going to be entering a trance unaided this time.

He closed his eyes, emptied his mind, and searched for that state. Not surprisingly, the grey outlines of his surroundings soon showed in the vision of his mind's eye. The only difference this time was that he did not feel the overwhelming effects of the synthetic fluid that he felt last time. He was still able to enter it just as easily as the last time though.

He looked around and smiled wryly.

There was a stark difference in the spiritual energy amount here compared to the one at the martial arts training center. The amount of spiritual energy here was in sparse amounts. So small that there might have just been nothing here at all.