The orb had no reaction for a few moments, just seemingly like an ordinary piece of glass. But then Braydon let out a groan of pain, his free hand shooting up to his head.
Then slowly, a swirling mist appeared within the glass, filling it up gradually. Sparks of purple lightning bounced within the verdant green mist, almost as if they were storm clouds, ready to rain destruction on those who got too close.
But it was not over yet.
A crackle of thunder appeared, followed by the appearance of three orange rings glowing brilliantly, orbiting outside of the sphere.
"Enough." The tall man stated, waving his hand.
Braydon was thrown back from the pedestal, stumbling. He looked towards the desk with confusion, as if waiting for an explanation, or his next instructions.
"Onto the next orb," he said, making a hurry-along gesture.
