The indescribable, eerie substance writhed there, something even Amber, who frequently ventured from the real world into the shadow realm, and Wright, who had studied every Holy Light classic, had never heard of. It was a mixture of twisted flesh without any recognizable outline of bone, muscle, or skin, interspersed with beautiful, crystal-like fragments. This mixture was soaking in a shimmering "puddle," but upon closer inspection, the shimmering "puddle" was merely pure light. Its edges diffused into the surroundings, connecting with the motes of luminescence floating in the air. As a member of the Orthodox Clergy, Wright could be certain that the substance was of extremely pure Holy Light.
Holiness and blasphemy, beauty and horror, utterly contradictory elements converged upon this rapidly regenerating mixture, sending shivers down Amber's spine.
A White Knight exclaimed, "He's regenerating!"
