The light flashed through the room, almost blinding them.
Every material hanging in the air collapsed at once, with dozens of components converging on a single point above Akira's chest, and where they met, they stopped being objects.
There was no sound of breaking or grinding. They simply fused, the roots, shards, petals and stones folding into one another, their forms dissolving as they merged.
A second later, the only thing hanging above the bed was no longer a collection of materials but a single mass of raw energy.
The energy was bright and dense, its surface roiling like boiling water.
Baldwin held it there for three long seconds, his face pinched in cocncentration.
Then he turned his clasped hands and opened them, gesturing downwards.
