In the endless sky of the divine realm, clouds shimmered like crystal seas.Lunaria sat upon a throne of light, her long hair drifting as if moved by a silent breeze. Around her, several divine spirits hovered—glowing forms that pulsed with energy and curiosity.
A smaller spirit, shaped like a silver wisp, floated nervously beside her.
"My Lady Lunaria, are you sure about… him?"
Lunaria rested her chin in her hand, watching the mirror of light before her. Within it, the image of Pramit appeared — sprawled across his bed, snoring peacefully, a piece of dried fruit still clutched in his hand.
The spirit hesitated. "He… doesn't seem very heroic."
Lunaria's lips curved into a faint, amused smile.
"No, he is not. But that's precisely what makes him interesting."
Another spirit chimed in, its tone doubtful.
"But he slept through a monster attack, my Lady. The elf girl could have died!"
"And yet she didn't," Lunaria said softly. "He saved her — unconsciously. His power moves even when he does not."
The mirror flickered, showing the moment when earth and flame swallowed the Shadow Fang Bear. The divine chamber fell silent.
The silver wisp blinked. "So… he's powerful?"
"Immensely," Lunaria replied. "But his heart is untouched by greed, ambition, or fear. It's… pure in its stillness. That's why his magic responds to calm rather than rage."
The spirits exchanged glances.
"But he doesn't even try," one whispered."He's too lazy to save the world!" another protested.
Lunaria chuckled softly. The sound was like a soft chime echoing through heaven.
"Perhaps. But I have faith. Even still water can change the shape of mountains, given time."
Her eyes lingered on the image of Pramit as he rolled over, mumbling in his sleep,
"Five more minutes, please…"
The goddess sighed, hiding a faint smile behind her hand.
"Though… I admit, he tests my patience."
A ripple of laughter passed among the divine spirits.
Then Lunaria's expression turned faintly wistful as she whispered,
"You will awaken, lazy one. When the world truly needs you… even you will rise."
The light dimmed around her throne.
Far below, in the mortal realm, Pramit sneezed in his sleep.
"Someone's talking about me again…" he mumbled, then promptly went back to snoring.