The transition was horrendous.
Ashema had been certain of victory, but when the light came, he immediately felt that momentary sense of triumph slip through his fingers.
How did this happen?
When did he get trapped in this space, which looked as though it was crafted using an infinite number of large Cullinan diamonds, all of which reflected different intensities of golden white into Ashema's eye while launching a striking blur over everything?
It was nauseating yet also mesmerizing. It took Ashema all his willpower to not succumb to the beauty and gape foolishly at it.
'How did this…?' Ashema had wondered once again, when he remembered. He had seen a glimpse of what had happened. Just a little.
It was the Heart of Revelation.