บท 137: THE RISE OF HUTTON MAXWELL (2)

'Why and how is my soul reacting to this ball?' Hutton thought with an incredulous look on his face as he stretched out his hand to pick it up.

Bzzz!!

But right before he could even touch it, a stroke of lightning suddenly flew out of the ball and repelled his hand back.

"The heck?" Hutton muttered in shock as he held his hand which he wanted to use to grab hold of the ball and began to observe the ball.

But not too long after, the glowing ball suddenly flew out of the chest and stayed mid air as lightning revolved around it giving it an otherworldly appearance.

Wide-eyed, Hutton watched as the ball hovered before him, its brilliance pulsating in perfect harmony with the rhythm of his soul. Entranced by its mesmerizing light, he reached out tentatively, feeling a profound connection with this mysterious manifestation of power.