As the sounds die down, there is only hushed whispers as the other students are watching. It was the first time any of them had ever seen Chrys not succeed in a Trial. He was one of six people to ever fully finish the Trial's five waves. And he was the youngest by far to do so, having completed the attempt first try. Since then it was revamped and he always made it past Wave Four. But now, as he lay there with blood staining the ground it was a shock.

The other thing they would talk about was his strange new ability. It was as if in that space, only he could move. Some of the sharper students would note that this ability took place in the span of three hearbeats, signalling that it was a reactive-passive ability, which was a common thing amongst new mutants. Anothing thing noted, mostly by Raven and Caldwell, was that the blood loss seemed to have no real consequence to Chrys. He wasn't pale, or even looked to be in real pain. It seemed as if he was merely sleeping, with a bleeding arm. What was noted, however was that the blood was thick, fresh. It was his secondary ability of his Combat Body regenerating his blood at a much accelerated rate, compensating for the loss with ease.

Meanwhile, Chrys was back in the room with the box in his head. This time, a single light shone like a star in the sky. It was dark everywhere, but with this single light, it seemed to bring a fierce sense of hope. He felt one step closer to his goals, a little bit stronger and wiser. As he watched, the single point of light became two, and with it, knowledge of this new power. The scene in the Danger Room played over in his head, and he realized that this was what the Field could do. In it's space, nothing would change unless he willed it. It was something that he realized was at the very core of his ability as a mutant, his power was one of dominion, controlling the very space around him, whether it was to stop, shift, or even remove objects. There was something he realized, however. He wasn't like most others, his power had a cost. To him, and to the world around him. Bending space isn't something one should be able to do without consequences, and he took the toll directly. It was only, with the realization of this truth, that he would be able to use his power effectively, to avoid overexertion and cause permanent damage to himself. He mulled these thoughts in his mind, sitting under the light of the two stars in the dark void.