It was a sight Yang Jingshen was now familiar with. The glowing panel barely illuminating the darkness. His original body glowing a pale shade of orange as well as the soul guardian glowing a lighter shade of red, adding a little more brightness to this place. But, something felt a little different than last time.
"Did your colour deepen a little?" Yang Jingshen asked almost subconsciously. The soul guardian coughed and looked to the side.
"I had a… fortuitous encounter some time ago."
"Oh."
He then followed 6666's line of sight and widened his eyes as he saw the reason for his feeling of incongruity. It looks like a new element had been welcomed into this place, apart from him, 6666, and the soul guardian panel.
It was a condensed ball of matter– or at least, that was how Yang Jingshen perceived it. A weird shade of black in colour and no more than the size of his palm in circumference.
