Hummm...
A brilliant golden power slowly gathered above Helen's body, streams of radiant energy quietly converging from every direction before intertwining with one another in perfect harmony. Layer after layer of golden light condensed until the entire phenomenon gradually assumed the unmistakable shape of the Ouroboros ring—the symbol of the Master Law of Creation. It hovered silently above her crystal coffin, radiating a gentle pressure that carried neither destruction nor oppression, only the overwhelming sensation that something was about to be rebuilt exactly as it was meant to exist.
"...." Caesar frowned slightly, his eyes fixed upon the golden symbol without blinking. "Is... that the golden momentum you told me about?"
"...It's golden." Glatheon shrugged after a brief hesitation, never taking his eyes off the floating seal either. "So... it probably is. Honestly, your guess is as good as mine. My Lord never actually showed it to me directly before."
"...."
