On the deepest floor of the labyrinth laid a near-spherical object that had a diameter of a hundred or so meters. Its surface shimmered like a polished crystal, but it appeared to be alive with shifting hues that seemed to breathe and pulsate with an unbelievable amount of energy. Its aura was practically sacred.
At this moment, its sacred aura was disrupted as a calamitous aura encompassed it.
A small purple-robed figure appearing to be no more than eight years old descended and looked at this wonderful object with gleaming crimson-gold eyes. She appeared to be full of awe as she seemed entranced, her pupils reflecting a glorious emerald.
