The marbles, dull and muddy, began to tremble violently.
The faint glow surrounding them grew brighter and brighter until the colors began to peel away like the shedding of an ancient shell.
Slowly, their true colors emerged.
One radiated a pristine white light, exuding an aura of divine creation, while the other pulsed with an ominous blackness, shrouded in a crimson haze that whispered of death and destruction.
Ye Tian's crimson eyes glinted with intrigue as he stared at the contrasting orbs.
He felt a powerful aura radiating from them... an aura he had not sensed for countless eons.
"Karma..." he muttered, his voice low, almost reverent.
One orb was white, its energy warm and boundless, representing life, birth, prosperity, and divinity.
It was Yang, the essence of creation, light, and fire.
The other was black, cold and suffocating, embodying death, destruction, and finality.
