Aftermath

Fire.

Blazing flames.

Heat, searing pain, destruction.

The instant that terrifying psychic force struck him from above, Dago felt as though a river of molten lava had slammed into him.

He fell into a lake of lava. Agonizing heat consumed him, and every muscle in his body seemed to tear and char.

Just as he thought he would melt completely in the endless flames...

A cool silver light suddenly wrapped around him.

The lava receded. Something he had been clutching tightly in his hand seemed to break free and leave.

The sounds of spells and furious roars still rang out, but they rapidly faded overhead.

Dago soon lost interest in them. Brilliant silver light bathed his entire body.

Inside his Mental Space, the Prism sigil greedily absorbed the silver light, rich with spatial energy. Dago could feel it growing.

Growing rapidly toward the form it was meant to take.

Crack, crack, crack—

Dago's psychic power was growing too.

Stimulated by the silver radiance, the grey sun in his Mental Space swelled visibly.

In moments, it reached a limit, nearly ten times its original size.

Vast and faintly threaded with silver, it turned slowly.

Then the surging silver light rapidly drew inward, finally condensing into a fingernail-sized silver crystal embedded deep in Dago's Soul Body.

A Spatial Energy Crystal? Or a seed?

Dago saw that the silver crystal was still giving off wisps of silver light, but the Prism sigil absorbed almost all of them.

Before he could study it properly, an outside force yanked him back to reality.

"Go!"

A powerfully built, striking middle-aged man in magnificent robes appeared before him. Grabbing Dago's arm, he urged him to leave at once, his expression tense.

Dago was pulled toward a nearby Spell Airship.

He noticed several cold gazes fixed on him.