Chapter 258: You're Late
Cassian slowly turned his palm upward.
A thin white flame appeared between his fingers. It spun above his hand and folded in on itself; a small sphere formed at its center, drawing in the surrounding light.
A white black hole...
The archangel did not move. Aevyra could not take her eyes off Cassian's hand either.
Neither had ever witnessed such power. Even the white flames that had rebuilt Cassian's body paled beside what was now gathering in his palm.
There was none of the emptiness that radiated from chaos. Instead, the sphere held an impossible weight. It was as though an entire universe were being compressed between Cassian's fingers.
The goddess lowered her gaze and saw her fingers trembling slightly.
When had she last felt this kind of pressure from anyone?
She slowly closed her hand. When she looked back at Cassian, a forced smile rested on her lips.
