If one's soul reflects the moon
Just as Zen had suspected, there was nothing to worry about. Melita returned to what he now wasn't certain, was her true form. From this brief encounter, he wouldn't put it past her to be some kind of denizen of chaos with an abstract form. He didn't comment on Melita's hopeful exclamation, simply watching as she focused on the tree.
It seemed that whatever mechanism controlled her abilities, finally moved in her favor. The younger Demi-god hadn't been expecting water. Much less the force behind the blast. The tree had been practically decimated. Side-eying Melita, Zen reevaluated her. She was more powerful than she looked. Calling on his stars, they swirled in the air once more. (Congratulations.) He wasn't certain if that was the appropriate response but simply starring seemed even less so.
It seemed that whatever mechanism controlled her abilities, finally moved in her favor. The younger Demi-god hadn't been expecting water. Much less the force behind the blast. The tree had been practically decimated. Side-eying Melita, Zen reevaluated her. She was more powerful than she looked. Calling on his stars, they swirled in the air once more. (Congratulations.) He wasn't certain if that was the appropriate response but simply starring seemed even less so.
Zenith
Half will always be dark
