Upon witnessing Taufik's transformation, Michael felt something he had not felt in countless ages: disbelief.
"…This," Uriel gasped, his flame flickering as though uncertain of itself. "What is that form?!"
"He has balanced Destruction and Creation in… in equilibrium," Raguel murmured, his scales trembling in his hands. "Such balance is impossible. Even I cannot achieve this"
"Michael,x Sariel's voice was uncharacteristically strained, her bow trembling as she lowered it, "What should we do now?"
"…T-This…" Michael's grip on Lux Invicta tightened. He had been confident when facing the Ultimate Paradox, not certain of victory, but certain he could at least bind him, seal him if not destroy him.
But this was different. This form was no longer chaos, nor corruption. It was a balance so absolute it defied comprehension... The New Beginning.
