The Temple of Astrid was bathed in the blinding light of the Astral Moonstone.
Sarah stood at the silver altar, her small hands resting gently on the swirling, galaxy-filled sphere.
The Star-Touched Oracle did not look afraid. She took a slow, deep breath, her eyes closing as she prepared for the integration.
"Brace yourself," Lucifer warned smoothly. The Warlord took a half-step back, his void-swirling eyes tracking the massive spike in ambient magical density. "Divine catalysts do not merge quietly."
"I am ready, Lucifer," Sarah whispered fiercely.
She pressed her palms flat against the smooth surface of the stone.
The integration was not a slow, gentle absorption. It was a violent, explosive transfer of absolute cosmic law.
The Astral Moonstone didn't shatter; it liquefied. The swirling galaxy inside the sphere burst outward, pouring over Sarah's hands and racing up her arms like a torrent of liquid silver fire.
