When Elias looked through the violet haze of the sphere, the ruins of the observatory vanished. In their place stood a towering structure of glass and steel, bathed in a blinding, natural gold. He saw people laughing, their skin bronzed and healthy. He saw green things—vast, waving oceans of emerald leaves that he had only ever seen in tattered picture books.
Standing in the cold, silent ruins, Elias held the pulsing obsidian sphere. He looked at his pale, trembling hands, then back into the violet depths where the green leaves danced.
In the center of the ruins, a man stood blinking at the brightness. He didn't know who he was or how he had gotten there. He only knew that for the first time in his life, his shadow was sharp, black, and perfectly clear.
He cleared the dust to reveal a sphere of obsidian. It was cold—impossibly cold—and it felt as though it were pulling the heat from his very fingertips. But as he touched it, the sphere began to pulse. It didn't glow with the amber warmth of the mining crystals. Instead, it emitted a violet, shimmering radiance that seemed to cast "darker" shadows than the surrounding gloom. This was "Dark Light."