Ethan instinctively raised an arm to shield his eyes—
But then, something shifted.
His blood began to hum.
The light pouring from Andona wasn't just radiance—it was resonance. A tide of energy rippling outward from her, warm and luminous, wrapping the space in a hush of awe.
Behind her, wings of light unfurled—faint at first, like echoes of something divine. Then brighter. Clearer. Each feather shimmered like a star caught in motion, flowing inward, layer by layer, into her body.
The air trembled.
Ethan reached out, instinctively syncing his own energy with the Angelic current.
It was warm. Brilliant. Hypnotic.
"So this… this is the Primordial Force unique to Angels…" he murmured.
He steadied himself, heart slowing, and guided Andona gently toward the center of the sanctum.
She closed her eyes.
Light rose from within her, slow and steady, as if a sun had been lit deep in her chest.
Time passed—minutes, maybe more.
