A blinding white light exploded from the artifact, flooding the classroom in a dazzling storm.
Ilwoo froze, the sphere in his hand burning against his skin as if alive. Gasps rippled through the students, some shielding their eyes, others staring in mute disbelief.
"What is this light?"
"This is too bright, I can't even close my eyes against it!"
"What kind of path does a no-name demon get?"
The sudden commotion from Ilwoo caused every student to whisper among themselves, their eyes fixed on him, desperate for answers about the path he had chosen.
Ilwoo's breath caught. The white glow churned, bleeding into shades of crimson, violet, and green, colors twisting and shifting like a living storm. For a heartbeat, he forgot where he was, lost in the impossible sight.
"What happened?"
Ilwoo, perplexed, stared at the sphere. Moments ago, it had been filled only with pure white light, but now it churned with dark red, purple, green, and countless other hues.
