As Northern pulled back from his extended hand, a radiating arrow of light appeared, extending from his extended hand to the one he pulled back.
Just as if he was nocking and pulling an arrow of light on an invisible bow.
The incandescent light of the arrow reflected in his cold and calculating blue eyes for a moment.
'Chaos...' his mind echoed, 'I didn't expect it to look so... beautiful.'
A closer look into the arrow of light revealed flowing strands of light all woven together, blending beautifully to give birth to a brilliant and devastating singularity of light.
This was chaos essence. It was not pure and flawless white like celestial light; it burned with an eerie and dim glow in fact.
But its weave was a beautiful and alluring spectacle to behold. Northern had never given thought that Chaos could be so beautiful.
He quickly shook his head. 'Seriously, what am I saying right now? Chaos is beautiful?'