The final fragment of consciousness returned to its place within the Kindling.
HUM!
Countless faint hums echoed throughout the great hall, merging into a single harmony.
It was ancient and vast, as if the entire starry sky were whispering.
The silver-white ball of light suddenly contracted.
From the size of a fist, it collapsed into an infinitesimally small point of light, like a single Rice Grain.
And then…
It exploded!
Countless silver-white filaments of light erupted from the point, spreading like a spiderweb to every corner of the hall.
Each filament precisely pierced the dark blue Crystal Stones embedded in the walls.
Inside the Crystal Stones, the frozen figures of the Star Spirit Race trembled slightly.
The looks of despair and pain on their faces slowly eased, like melting ice.
They finally settled into a peaceful… slumber.
In the center of the hall.
The High Priest's spectral form slowly turned to look at Ian.
