Lunara gazed down at the ring, the catalyst for so much destruction that was now destined to be returned to the Menagerie. She made a mental note to bring this up with her brother, it was clear the Menagerie needed a far stricter policy regarding who received these props, especially now that the Godlings were planning to extend their reach beyond their own borders.
For Lunara, this was about the survival of her people. It was one thing to face an enemy you could see and hear, a threat that could be scouted and avoided. It was another thing entirely to have a monster hiding in plain sight, picking off the innocent one by one like a phantom in the snow.
The sound of two pained groans pulled her from her thoughts. She turned toward the shimmering spheres, watching the effects of the healing water spell she had learned from her brother's wife. It was a potent magic, and it had clearly done its work.
