He turned his attention away from the microscopic simulations and looked up at his own transforming home.
He turned his endlessly blue eyes inward, pulling the Records of his own existence into the empty air.
WAA!
|THE True Human Emperor|
|VERITAS: 59|
|PROVENANCE: 60|
|POTENTIA: INFINITE|
|PONDUS: 51|
|OSMONTIAN MOIRAI: 80|
|THE PROVENANCE ESSENCE ECONOMY|
|Total Generated Capacity: 60|
|Currently Consumed: 0|
|Held in Reserve: 20 (Sustaining External Dream Construct)|
|Temporarily Drained: 10 (Knowledge Retrieval)|
|Available for Generation: 30|
He analyzed the numbers without a fraction of pride or disappointment. His attributes had torn through the wall of fifty, his PROVENANCE sitting heavily at sixty. The sheer conceptual weight he carried now ridiculous!
The economy of his new identity was strict, but vast.
