Jet, Naeve, and Bloodwave were spread out across the deck of the Night Garden, ready to defend it if the abominable dwellers of the Eternal City broke through the shield of severing starlight that surrounded the living ship, as well as the furious barrage of the obsidian cannons.
Nightwalker was steering the ship, while Aether was sitting on the floor of the runic hall with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, seemingly meditating. His skin glowed with a pale silver radiance, and his white hair moved slightly in the wind. He was controlling the radiance of Storm God's Lighthouse to slash and sever any abomination that attempted to leap onto the deck of the Night Garden.
His Aspect had always been powerful — granted, it was most effective at night — but here in the Eternal City, which was illuminated by the Lighthouse and the silver spires reflecting its light, it became especially deadly… deadly enough to keep most of the abominations at bay, at least.
