With the pristine radiance blossoming from the palm, She seemed to have grasped a round moon.
At the same time, the white phantom constructed by the Moonlight Power also began to flicker and tremble, as the power and consciousness within flowed gently and calmly towards the vessel before Her.
Faced with an invasive force as vast as the moon, Tiya's last thread of consciousness flickered like a candle in the wind, on the verge of being snuffed out.
A chilling, bone-penetrating sensation spread throughout her body, as if invisible neural pathways were being implanted within her, gradually devouring the control she had over her own body bit by bit.
The girl no longer had the strength to hold herself up, and collapsed softly to the ground.
It was only at this moment that she finally met the gaze of the Bright Moon Goddess, whom she had always worshipped.
From Her gaze, Tiya sensed something.
"Indeed... It's the same."