Angor saw everything around him going blurry before the world around him shattered into small pieces, which floated about and traveled back again, fusing into a different world. The narrow and simple room they were standing in became somewhere full of books and a mind-soothing smell.
Sunders remained still for a while to sense the familiar primal mana in the environment. He then quickly opened his eyes to check Angor's possessions.
Angor had not opened his eyes yet, probably because his soul still needed time to fully merge with his body. Sunders saw some shapeless things in Angor's hands slowly absorbing streams of energy with unknown origins before they finally gained physical forms.
Sunders couldn't understand anything about the amazing art of creation. He felt as if he could receive unknown enlightenment just by looking at it.
