The three points of light were incredibly small, so small they may have been even smaller than specks of dust, and yet somehow their star-like radiance remained all the same, blinding and pure.
The three dots of light were of beautiful silvers and ivory, underlined by soft violets and deep rose hues; one point was more silver than it was rose-violet, another was more rose-violet than it was silver, and the other a perfect balance of all colours.
For what seemed like an eternity, the trinity of light remained unmoving within his solar plexus, as still as time itself seemed to be on the outside.
But then…
WHOOOOSH!
…the trinity spun.
At first their rotations were slow, methodical, and inconsequential, but in what felt like a blink, the three points had begun to spin at speeds beyond perception.
A massive suction force bloomed from Uriel's belly and, in an instant, his body shattered, bursting into shards of glass-like debris and splattering blood and organs.
