After putting on the Square Ring, the simple prison cell was overlaid with a layer of sacred, solemn white in Lloyd's eyes. It also had a hint of oppressiveness, somewhat reminiscent of a hospital.
'This must be the 'color' of the suppressive Orbits under my feet.'
Lloyd looked down at his hands again. Between his fingers, he found a few strands of light blue so faint they were almost white. 'That must be the residual Spiritual Power on my hands.'
On the workbench nearby, a few chaotic black strands remained, like an uneven smear.
'That must be the 'color' of the residual spinal fluid from the Karmic Demon.'
Next, Lloyd drew the Short Sword from his waist and activated it. He saw that the blade, which had previously only glowed faintly, now shone a deep, ethereal blue as Spiritual Power gathered within it.
The two high-grade materials he had previously placed in his Storage Bag were now emitting a somber, mysterious purple light, which immediately made them look more valuable.
