Slowly turning around like a planet orbiting the sun, the gigantic ball of abyssal darkness circled around Amael in the astral plane.
In contrast to how it was the past few millenniums though, half of it was now completely white, the other half pitch-black.
A thin smile was present on the enigmatic man's face, his eyes still very much closed at the occurrence.
A year ago, just a tiny part of the orb had turned white but gradually, it had spread across and encroached upon the rest of the massive globe's circumference.
In addition to that, the previous two small orbs that he had also been infusing most of his powers into, was nowhere to be found.
Knowing fully well the cause of both occurrences, Amael was genuinely impressed at the progress the two youths had made in the short span nineteen years they had come back to this world.
