Kyle's fingers, resting on the rough ground, twitched slightly as he watched Nathaniel, who was captivated by the flower. He had even forgotten to end his life—something he had wanted so badly just a while ago.
Nathaniel let go of the bloody body in his grip, his heart thrumming with exhilarating thrill as he straightened toward the flower floating within the wide-open large door.
Everything around him fell into a profound silence at that moment—the air, the distant sounds, even his own breathing. Reflected in his deep cyan eyes was only the floating flower as he stepped through the door and started moving slowly, reverently toward it.
It emanated a majestic power.
Exquisite and utterly dazzling.
Also, he could tell at a single glance that the force of the flower before him felt far more ancient, deeper, and graceful, as if it had existed long before lower beings, like mortals, had learned how to name power.
And to his shock…
It was untainted!
