Alberta was puzzled.
Just now, a rather significant amount of humanity surged into Her soul.
That kind of wild, passionate, fiery... vibrant humanity.
It was unlike the Power of Faith, which is pure, tame, and carries a fixed directionality, nor like the Rule Power, which is cold, indifferent, and follows established logic.
It was chaotic, it was unrestrained.
It was imbued with body heat, heartbeat, and various indescribable throbbing—live fragments of the essence of "human."
This humanity came so abruptly, with such a... intense nature.
It seemed to come from a furnace of violently boiling emotions, carrying intimacy, possession, tenderness, desire, a hint of bashful aggression, and a kind of trembling omen of reaching the pinnacle.
This humanity came with extreme ferocity, crashing down like a landslide and tsunami without any forewarning.
This was not the end.
