Meanwhile, his celestial essence grieved in the tranquil lake teeming with tiny fish of all kinds and a large stone at its center.
It was a place where no one could enter except Kyle whenever he climbed a stage in the Celestial rank. But his consciousness had vanished into the grip of time entirely instead of coming to check the impact of his second major breakthrough.
The other colors in the lake spread further, battling each other for dominance over the space, and the icy color could do nothing but watch and try to protect the one-third of the surface it had previously claimed.
It couldn't believe its host was so greedy, already attempting to control so much. The celestial essence could no longer interfere with whatever Kyle was doing since it had become an integral part of his power, and the tiny wisp of instinctive consciousness it once possessed was also fading away.