Reining in the aura he unknowingly let out, Ataraxia slowly stood up as he extended one of his outward.
Whoosh!
Willing part of the energy he had just upgraded to manifest on top of his palm, the young man immediately noticed that the energy's color had undergone a massive transformation.
Moving away from its previous light blue, the orb of True Arcana hovering above his palm had taken on an ethereal cyan, making one feel as if Ataraxia had willed part of the sky to appear before him.
Though, amidst the ethereal feeling the orb gave off, the energy itself also gave off a faint feeling of danger, allowing the young man to understand that anything powered it would undoubtedly be at least twice as effective than before.
'I guess that's what one should expect from the purest form of Arcana,' thought Ataraxia to himself, dispelling the orb of energy as he eventually sat back down.
