Knock

A slow, careful breath came out of my mouth.

I didn't need to breathe. I don't know why; I could never shake it away. I had spent over a century on my core, but even here, in the avatar, I would always breathe.

It's different from outside work, where I breathe into places where there is no need to breathe.

I am powerful enough to go without breathing for weeks and more if I prepared well, then years.

Once I broke through the Prime. I would not need to beath.

I have seen some Primes, especially the older ones. They cease to breathe—not all of them, but some—and it always weirds me out.

I don't think I will let go of this. No matter the height of power, I will never reach.

Speaking of power, I should focus on what I am doing. If I fail, I will waste a massive amount of resources, which is something I don't want to do.

I am drawing a complex formation made with extremely rare materials.