The icosahedron was resplendent, each of its triangular faces looked smooth and glassy, yet it glowed with a purity that was difficult to explain. Michael had seen this color before, it was the same pure white as his soul.
He watched on in awe, not even realizing that the other figures who'd breached the room had also stopped in place to gaze at it longingly. Even though he'd never seen the Aetherheart before, Michael knew instinctively that this had to be it.
"Grab the stone." His host's gravelly voice spoke up, ordering the other hooded figures.
There was some hesitation before one of them moved forward, summoning what looked like a wooden box from his storage ring. It seemed plain and unadorned apart from some runes carved into its surface.
Michael could feel his host's breathing quicken as the figure opened the lid of the chest, his anticipation rising.
