The light on the Little Sprite grew brighter and brighter, gradually illuminating the surrounding darkness.
This differed somewhat from its previous restrained golden glow. Now, the light within its body flowed out like a cracked egg spilling its contents, while the shattered "eggshell" fell to the ground, as if the process could not be reversed.
That nearly tangible stream of light flowed onto Mo Ling. He felt only a scorching warmth, yet it did not burn. It filled his heart with incomparable warmth and hope, as though every wish within him would soon come true.
It was very similar to the spark Mo Ling had obtained from the Fire Thief before, though the two manifested in slightly different ways.
The light quickly became a river, flooding the area where everyone stood. Even A'Dai and the Stone Man were swept into it.
Mo Ling was slowly lifted by the river and raised into the night sky. Against the backdrop of the river of light, the silent darkness of night no longer felt deep and terrifying. Its stillness was reassuring.
Just as death and life stood in opposition, so did darkness and light. Having only one half would fill people with unease, but once the whole was complete, with neither half missing, it felt like a natural law. The world was flowing along its proper course, and there was nothing to worry about.
The Little Sprite had already vanished. The shattered "eggshell" had long since been swept away to some unknown place, but the glowing egg liquid continued to spread and flow, like a gigantic golden slime growing beneath the eternal night.
The river gradually turned into a sea. The surging waves mixed together everything within it. Life had first begun in this sea, and the Little Sprite's most primitive form had