Just before the golden-red orb of light returned to the body, it stopped.
[What about the crescent trials?]
The silver essence of Delila stared at her. "What do you mean?"
The orb pulsed.
[Does it have to continue? I mean, I don't think it's honest to keep sending lunas to their death when there's a one in a million chance that they'll be accepted by Morrigan.]
Delila nodded in thoughts. "I understand. But like I said, I had full reign of the trials for five hundred years. Until your victory."
[I'm in control now?]
"Though you haven't accepted it yet, you bear the essence of creation in your core. Whatever becomes of the crescent trials after now depends on your desire."
[Again, too much power for one person.]
"One person is enough to do great lasting good or terrible devastating damage. You decide which you are."
[If so, then it ends with me. Today. Now. I'd rest easy knowing no other Luna has to go through all these to prove her worth.]
