A faint light, almost invisible, began to glow in front of Jen. A golden mist spanned the marble floor. The light grew stronger and the fog spun around the room, uncontrollably and furiously. Jen’s head started to float, whirling around and around in dizzying, uneven circles. The light cast sparkles around the room like an expanding disco-ball now, larger and larger. It grew until it was almost twice the size of the war god in the corner. The strange ball of light then began to shape itself. Curves and angles glowed blindingly until it took a form similar to that of a woman. “I am Reason,” a regal female voice echoed from within it, “I am the voices of Time, Knowledge, Experience, and Logic.” Jen could no longer look; the once-faint shimmer now sparkled with intense fierceness. He tilted his head down to the floor, avoiding any visual contact with the luminescent creature. “No mortal may gaze upon me unless I will it or he who does shall find himself no longer in the realm of the Living.” Her voice shook the walls of the palace to such an extent that Jen feared they would collapse. “I exist to judge those who need judging, bring to light that which needs bringing, and punish that which requires punishment.” Jen cringed as she said punishment, hoping that would not be the case. “Speak, Jen of Mortals.”
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