The battlefield twisted.
The ground beneath them dissolved into reflective glass.
The sky became a warped void of mirrored fragments and glowing crescent sigils.
Time lost rhythm. Sound fell silent.
Silver Moon Domain: Activated.
Luna stood at the far edge.
She extended one hand lazily toward Loreia.
"Your Lorien's interesting."
"Luck, healing, light… Even fate bends for you."
Her eyes narrowed.
"But let's see if it can bend around this."
She vanished.
A silver streak tore through the domain.
Luna reappeared behind Loreia mid-strike.
Her cannon arm fired off a curved blast of cursed ice and illusion flame.
Loreia's feet didn't move.
She stood there calmly as the energy washed toward her—
—but the blast veered off course.
It swirled sideways, struck nothing, and disappeared into the mirrored terrain.
"Probability skip," Luna muttered. "Expected."
Her hand twitched.
Four crescent blades shot forward, shifting into dark water mid-air.
