And after what seemed like ages, the light slowly died down, and revealed a completely golden Cryz Stone that descended into Damien's hands in majesty.
Like a King descending down the isle. Like the magnificent setting sun, leaving with its golden glazed red glory. It was breathe taking.
"..."
Flint's eyes followed the descending stone blankly. He was completely captivated. But Damien was not. He stretched out his hand, and grabbed the Cryz Stone, covering all it's glory from the naked eyes of the world.
Flint immediately came back to his senses, and could not believe his reaction. 'I... I should really learn to control my emotions.' He thought, shaded pink like a tomato.
Damien ignored him, and checked out the golden Cryz Stones with the character of "Foundation" on its center. Just that word alone caught his interest.