And in the sea of golden aura, a strange new phenomenon was happening.
Ethereal figures of humans. Their very souls itself. They began to float upwards, unbothered by the currents or the Magical Monsters writhing under the sea of golden aura.
They looked towards Michael and gave him a nod.
Then, they continued to float upwards, towards the ceiling, and up to whatever reality they were going to. Contentment and gratitude was painted all over their faces, as if they had finally been freed from a prison that they had suffered long and hard from.
What was left in the sea of golden aura were disfigured forms of flesh and cartilage and bones. Without the human souls empowering these creatures and creating a sense of unity within their mismatched bodies, they began to melt.
And for a second, Michael saw their souls too. Animals; eagles, bears, ants. These were creatures without sentience like that of humans. But they had souls too. And now, they were finally freed.
