Chapter 1273

The moment Wyatt woke up, it felt like everything around him fell under his control. In just a few breaths, he counted the 269 patterns on the ceiling, read the hundreds of tiny letters engraved on a cup three yards away, and recognized them as a poem written over a thousand years ago by a Thalassic poet. His mind instantly conjured up the poet's life story and entire body of work. On top of that, he also picked up the sounds of rhythmic thumping coming from a couple's bedroom a hundred yards to his left. This bizarre change left Wyatt both surprised and intrigued. His senses had sharpened almost terrifyingly, and his mental strength felt more focused than ever. The boost clearly came from his rapid increase in power, but it seemed there was more to it. The technique he had recently mastered, the celestial lion art, appeared to be refining his mental abilities while also enabling psychic attacks. He'd already noticed its effects during his last battle. "Looks like I need to doubl