The weight of the Eclipse Blade in Naviga's hand was a centering force, a feeling of profound rightness. It was lighter than Black Death, yet it felt infinitely more substantial, its ancient power connecting with her own Moon Essence as if they were two parts of a long-separated whole. The newfound strength was not just a feeling; it was a certainty that settled deep within her core. Hiding and running were no longer their only options.
She looked at her companions in the quiet, dusty tomb. Selira was staring at her with wide, admiring eyes, a stark contrast to the fear that had been her constant companion since entering the dungeon. Minerva's expression was thoughtful, her strategic mind already calculating the new possibilities this shift in power presented.
