The air trembled—moonlight rippling through Shellia's veins, wind swirling at her feet, and a thin thread of holy brilliance weaving itself into her aura. Three blessings, from three divine beings, layered upon her soul like an awakened constellation.
A soft gasp escaped Kaelin. "Shellia… your aura—"
"It keeps expanding," Daryon muttered, his voice low, eyes narrowing. "Three gods… that power isn't meant for any ordinary vessel."
Isyra stood beside her, her lunar aura shimmering. "But Shellia isn't ordinary. She can withstand it."
Yuki floated up as faint motes of healing wind danced around him. ["Shellia's energy feels warm…! Moon… wind… and now light… It's like everything is protecting her at once."]
Shellia inhaled deeply, steadying herself. "I'm fine. Let's focus on the demon ahead."
