The Miracle Luna
Her lips were parted, breathing sharp, but her eyes held a terrified kind of will.
She was afraid.
But more than that… she was fighting.
The Stinger moved first.
He threw another bolt of that sick green magic, but this time she didn’t flinch. Her hands rose, palms out, and the energy stopped mid-air like it slammed into an invisible wall.
It didn’t just stop.
It shattered—into sparks.
I stared, heart pounding.
She wasn’t just reacting—she was controlling it.
Channeling.
The air inside the barrier sparked with energy—raw, primal, older than anything I’d ever seen. Her hair lifted slightly with the force of it, her body radiating heat and light. The barrier hummed, responding to her heartbeat.