Sezel stood there, utterly speech less. His mind was blank.
Suddenly, the newly formed structure of the Spirit Channel began to glow. The shimmering, ethereal ribbon that stretched from his Spirit Core out beyond the jagged mountains pulsed with a thousand different colors, a cosmic river of impossible light flowing against the dark sky.
It was completely identical to the other one, the channel given to him by the purple-haired girl. But this one… this one was his own.
The vast, desolate plane of his Meridian became more vivid, the shadows receding as the new light pushed back the eternal darkness. The world within him felt brighter.
Sezel swallowed hard, his throat dry. This… This is terrifying. What exactly is my Fable?
He couldn't tear his eyes away from the breathtaking scene. But as he looked closer, he noticed a fundamental difference between the two channels.
