Flickering, leaping.
This was not the first time John had experienced something like this.
But this time, something was different.
The scene before his eyes kept changing.
One moment, he was in a modern house; the next, on an ancient, untamed land.
He saw the High Tower, and he saw the depths of the sea.
Day changed into night, and the sun gave way to the moon.
He saw the end of life, and he saw the origins of species.
He saw conquerors leading armies through one kingdom after another, and he saw a young God King fighting bloody battles.
Flames surged from underground, meeting a waterfall and turning into mist that never dispersed.
Black vapor poured from the depths of his eyes, and purple lightning danced.
Gold, silver.
John's eyes trembled up and down.
White light replaced everything.
John's expression sharpened.
The power of foresight was spilling outward again.
White light filled his eyes, and at one particular moment, a figure could be seen.
A mysterious, uncanny man appeared, his eyes filled with white light and his Wizard Robe billowing.
It lasted only an instant, so brief that it seemed like an illusion.
The leaping continued.
It never stopped.
John reached out to the Dark Dimension, which existed outside time.
The dark energy he drew from there began to suppress everything.
The forbidden power of the soul sided with darkness in the struggle.
Other colors gradually appeared in his eyes.
White light covered his body, and his flesh took on an elemental form.
It was a white more brilliant than light itself.
His black hair lost its color, turning white.
It drifted and danced over his entire body.
In its place came the eerie black in his eyes.
His Wand swept through the air.
This was not a Wizard's