Juna gripped the upper watchpost floorboards, bracing herself against the solar power building along her forearms.
Juna knelt in the center of the quiet room, her eyes closed as she focused her consciousness on the spiritual anchor binding her soul to Hajin's core.
Along the delicate skin of her forearms, luminous solar runes began to kindle, glowing with an intense, molten gold radiance.
A single spectral wing of pale solar fire flared outward from her left shoulder blade, radiating a dry, concentrated heat that set the surrounding air shimmering.
Instead of unleashing the destructive burst, she drew a slow breath through her teeth, forcibly compressing the wing's fiery perimeter inward.
She tapped two fingertips against a smooth river stone resting on the floorboards, releasing a hairline needle of solar heat.
The stone split cleanly down its center with a muffled snap, displaying zero explosive shrapnel and zero scorched soot along the fracture line.
