Luna lifted her hands slowly, palms up, as if seeing them for the first time.
Thin filaments of electricity began crawling over her skin, faint at first, curious sparks tracing the lines of her fingers, skittering across her knuckles. The air around her crackled, pressure building, ozone biting sharp at the back of the throat. Her lips parted in a slow, satisfied breath as the storm answered her call.
Then it flooded her.
Lightning surged up her arms, wrapping her body in a living mantle of light.
Her purple hair lifted from her back, strands floating as if underwater before bleaching brighter and brighter, shifting into a vivid, electric violet-white that burned against the dim backdrop of the mountain range. Arcs snapped from her shoulders to the ground, leaving blackened scars in the dirt where they struck. Her aura expanded outward, violent and beautiful, a storm given flesh.
The chat screamed.
Luna grinned, feral and radiant, and raised one hand.
