The light arose as a hole, engraved right at the center of a wall not too far from the alleys. It was large enough to swallow a ship but was producing a heatless ray and spreading its grace towards the four corners of the earth. Despite the animated nature of the streets, this area of the city was desolated, and humming with the lurid essence of stillness. It was smudged with eye-watering funk, a testimony of the busy streets and working muscles of the people.
Lucas held up his hands, hoping to keep the white light from blinding him. He has not seen anything so massive and bright before. It was like the sun, but throbbing like the heart of a little baby. The closest he had seen was the light in King Negev's castle, the day the king had shown him his sleeping daughter. But even that could
