Gauss desperately wanted to glean something from this miraculous moment of suspended time. He hoped for an epiphany, perhaps a deeper understanding of time and space that he could internalize and make his own. However, he quickly gave up. It was a futile endeavor. This Power did not belong to him; he could barely sense its profound mysteries, let alone absorb it.
CRACK CRACK CRACK!
Black mist billowed from the stone statue as massive amounts of energy continued to flood into Gauss's body. He could feel the Gold chains—or rather, the white egg—purifying the formidable, wicked, and chaotic Power. Had the surrounding space and time not been sealed by the Gold chains, the leakage of such immense energy would have instantly alarmed everyone nearby, sparking a massive uproar.
