Lynch stood on the cold white stone balcony, the morning wind carrying a chill from the heights, blowing the hem of his gray cloak. His outstretched palm was like an invisible altar, and the warm, gentle, yet information-rich golden light cluster quietly floated upon it, emitting a radiance invisible to mortals.
His gaze, those deep eyes seemingly capable of holding the starry sky, was completely focused on the light cluster in his palm. Deep within his pupils, complex runes flowed silently, invisible to mortal sight. This was the manifestation of his unique "Eye of Death God," capable of discerning the soul's most fundamental form and the scars of its experiences.
The light cluster was not static. It was like a miniature, living universe, with countless extremely fine points of light circulating, colliding, flickering. Each of these points carried fragments of Messiah's long life:
