The instant he reached the sphere with his enlarged hand, the green sigils grew more frisky and swirled like newborn saplings in spring.
At the same time, they unleashed plentiful nightmare energy into the sphere.
When bathed under the energy, the escaping sphere suddenly became "tame" and remained still, whereas the dream around Angor stopped fading away and was now growing stable and solid as before.
As Angor watched in bewilderment, the green sigils began replicating themselves and slowly left his hand to wrap the sphere up like ropes.
He then tried dragging the sphere back to him like pulling a lasso, and he succeeded without a problem. It seemed he could still control the sigils as he wanted.
He suddenly had a strange feeling upon getting his hand on the sphere that told him why the sphere refused to fuse with him earlier.
