The alteration of night and day was a wonder in the world of old. Anon's father had forged a false alteration in this current day and age.
Opening his eyes, he suddenly thought of this.
Anon cracked his neck and chuckled lightly. His golden amber eyes shone brilliantly, and yet, therein, a subtle yet present dark light resided.
His legs were folded and he sat in a meditative posture, floating in the empty air.
He looked down towards Seth before pinching the air in front of him with his right index and thumb. Between these two fingers, a dark gold aura flickered.
Then, he drew a line across the air.
It was a golden line.
With a sizzling sound, the line released a puff of smoke before disappearing.
"Hmm?" Seth hummed with amusement.
After several seconds of silence, he asked, "What was that?"
