The world witnessed the birth. The birth of a god.
A majestic sight. A holy sight. A frightening sight.
Light spread, holy light.
"It's good to be whole again," Mihael said, standing atop alone in the midst of everything.
"Still so tiny," the large glob murmured. The blue fire had died down. But its body was all melty, barely holding together.
Yet, Mihael smiled. "Size is not everything." He looked the same, the same six-year-old type body, the same everything, just one key difference. His eyes now boasted even more darkness and even more white bits. Some could even say, they looked cute.
"You look cute!" Actually, Rose ended up saying it anyway.
Which Mihael promptly ignored and just stared at the glob. "Unfortunately, we don't have time for size comparisons but-" he disappeared.
And though the glob prepared for an immediate strike- the strike didn't come.
Wham!~
Instead, it saw the small god rushing at Balabael.