Under the gaze of everyone's expectant eyes, the oval cocoon slowly alleviated off the ground with a hazy humming noise.
This humming was melodious to the ears... As if the tone had been played on a divine tool from the heavens. From the innumerable cracks, tiny droplets of impurities began to stem forth, slowly accumulating into a puddle of gray matter underneath Noire.
Then, with a crisp sound, the shell crumbled like a piece of shattered glass. Tiny fragments drifted off one at a time before disseminating into pure energy.
The interspersed law fragments contracted and dissolved together to form a starry robe-- Not much different from the robes Adrian Silverstone had clad himself with.
