Before long, the light of the Ritual Array slowly faded. The Authority Crystal had completely merged with Isaac's body, but the cloying, multicolored light had not disappeared.
Looking at the multicolored light in his hand, a slight smile played on Isaac's lips. 'He knew it,' he thought. 'There wasn't a single good Evil God out there—each one was rotten to the core!'
'I was just trying to take back what was mine, and these bastards still had the audacity to tamper with it.'
Shaking his head and sighing at the despicableness of the Evil Gods, Isaac stored the multicolored light away. Although it clearly wasn't anything good, it could still be used to pull a dirty trick on someone when they least expected it.
