Aria stepped forward.
Where Luna had torn the world open with violence and thunder, Aria simply arrived.
Moonlight gathered around her in a slow, reverent hush, as if the battlefield itself had decided to hold its breath. Silver radiance spilled downward, bathing her form in soft brilliance.
Her hair, already pale, caught the light and became outright unreal, every strand glowing as though spun from starlight.
Her eyes lifted.
And the moon looked back.
They brightened from within, luminous and serene, reflecting endless night skies and distant constellations. There was no strain in her posture, no aggression in her stance, only poise, grace, and an overwhelming sense of rightness, as though this was exactly where she was meant to stand.
The chat lost its mind.
— AriaBestGirl: She's actually an angel!!!
— MoonlitHeart: So beautiful it hurts! I think I'm crying?!
— SilverPetal: That ain't a woman, that's a piece of art!
— PrincessHalo: Put her in the museum of beauty!
