Luther's heart was still a bit skeptical of the woman in front of him and her outright arrogant proclamations.
There was still a part of him that refused to believe that all of this was actually true!
Such unspeakable power... wasn't it just a tad too unfair?
Who can stand against such a huge monstrosity?
It would through and through be an uphill hopeless battle. The strong shouldn't be allowed to have that much power over the weak. The very idea of it would be blasphemous. He didn't want such a thing to exist.
But his every single doubt and uncertainty shattered, disappearing into the void, the moment he focused his mind and concentrated.
The empty black nothingness which usually greeted him as he closed his eyes, was now completely invaded by vivid tiny grains of brilliantly shining light specs.
Luther found himself surrounded by these million tiny radiating light spots, like fireflies in a bejeweled night sky.
