The old professor quietly gazed at him, as if observing something deeper beyond Ron's exterior.
"Ron..."
Uther's voice became somewhat worried:
"You are now emitting a special aura.
It's a mark only those blessed with the 'Apocalypse' can possess..."
He slowly walked to an ancient stone wall in the archives, where four differently colored crystals were embedded:
Deep as night black, warm as jade white, ever-changing multicolor, and at the top, a silver crystal emitting a faint glow.
"Such a level of blessing..."
Uther's hand gently caressed the surface of the silver crystal, eliciting a crisp sound like wind chimes:
"Hasn't been unprecedented in history.
When I was young, I also received similar recognition, and the Eye of Observation was favored by two foundation stones at the same time."
The old professor turned around:
