Xaren's soul suddenly unleashed an unimaginable suction force, and like a star drawn too close to the event horizon of a black hole, it seized the angel's soul's light and dragged it inward with an irresistible pull, consuming it until nothing remained.
It was a spectacular yet violent process, unseen to those around him but felt in every fibre of his being.
When it was over, silence descended within him, and the burning agony dulled to a lingering ache as the source of the light had been…dealt with.
Still, Xaren remained frozen where he knelt, wide-eyed, stunned by the unstoppable force his soul had just displayed.
He barely had time to comprehend it before something else happened.
A tremor ran down his spine as a flood of energy burst from his soul and rushed into his body. The magic power within the angel's soul had been completely extracted, and the excess that was left after his soul had claimed what it needed to grow stronger, was expelled, pouring into his body instead.
