Soul
Even though the powerhouses around Michael were restrained, he was not. His body trembled wildly. Something deep within roared. It felt similar to the last battle in the Interdimensional Flag War…yet, it was different.
The Mark of Spirit Eyes around his eyes glowed brightly and expanded slowly. At the same time, golden stigmatas formed on his upper body, where nobody could see them. He was itchy all over his body but focused on the not so unknown woman in front of him…his mother.
She looked at the compass once again and strode slowly through the room. Her path led her to Michael, whom she studied intently. Michael could tell that his mother hadn't aged at all. She looked exactly the same as before. His memories about her were hazy but seeing her again made it seem like she'd never left. But she did.