The extra focus you placed upon the sphere gives you just enough to see that the writing is just one word, written over and over again. It is a name. One you recognize as a Demon of the Third Circle known as Erembour, That Which Calls To The Shadows. Very bad mojo indeed.Hazel leans in to take a closer look. Writing. How curious. Upon noticing the facets, her mind worriedly leapt to her visions, but now. This object was much more spherical. And how odd it was that such a vision in her dream matched up so well with this. A polygonal orb dropping from the sky and capable of great harm.
She squinted her eyes, willing them to change so that her eyes could better pierce the dark that almost radiated from the artifact. As she summoned her insight, her anima flared briefly, and as an aura of darkness began to creep around her, she waved her hand over what she was looking at, as if to will the shadows blocking her way. While she couldn't exactly control shadows(well she could technically), it was more of a gesture of focus.