His eyes didn't quit the small isle that hung in the middle of his sea of slaughter, and through his Ego Body, he sensed the changes ongoing in his Soul Palace.
"Perfect balance…", he thought as he began hovering toward the middle of the thick somber pillar that linked the Heaven and Earth of his Soul Palace.
With each second passing, he could feel the strengthening of the sea of slaughter and glistening purple expanse. As though an ecosystem had been born in his soul, one where the basis of that equilibrium could be traced back to the small isle.
His memory delved on matters related to the past, as he reminisced about the Formation of that isle, one that happened at the same moment his ego body had fused back with his body.
