In the vast, silent expanse of space, Aldred hovered, his body cross-legged and suspended in zero gravity. He was the eye of a storm, with thousands of battleships from the Celestial Platoon patrolling around him, forming an impenetrable ring of steel and vigilance. They were there to protect him, but they were also there to witness the power of a man who had transcended the bounds of normal human abilities.
Aldred's fingers moved in intricate patterns, tracing ancient symbols in the void. His lips murmured incantations, words lost to time, resonating with the fabric of space itself. As he chanted, the space around him began to ripple, distorting like a calm lake disturbed by a thrown stone.
The moment was ethereal, otherworldly. And then, suddenly, his eyes snapped open. They blazed with the intensity of a sun, a brilliant flash that lasted but a fraction of a second. When the light faded, his eyes were filled with a profound understanding.