The light from the Celestial Forge faded, and Elionna found herself on her knees, breathless. The energy that had flooded her body moments ago still lingered, like a deep hum beneath her skin. The power was there, pulsing and alive, but it felt... foreign. Strange. As if it didn't entirely belong to her. Her hands shook as she tried to stand, her legs unsteady beneath her.
Azrael stood silently a few feet away, watching her with a mixture of concern and quiet approval. "You are stronger than you know, Elionna."
Elionna looked up at him, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it doesn't feel like it. I feel... like I'm not in control."
Azrael stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. "That is normal. The power of the stars is vast, ancient, and volatile. It will take time to master. But remember, Elionna—this is not just about power. It's about you. The Celestial Forge didn't just give you strength; it gave you clarity. It showed you who you truly are."
Elionna closed her eyes, trying to center herself. The memories that had flooded her mind were overwhelming, and the pain of those memories had nearly been too much to bear. The loss of her father. The quiet isolation that had shaped her life. The moment she had realized that the stars had always been calling to her, even when she didn't understand why.
"But who am I really?" Her voice cracked as she asked the question that had haunted her since the moment Azrael had appeared. "If I'm the Starborn, what does that even mean? What do I have to do now?"
Azrael's gaze softened, and he knelt beside her. "You are the protector, Elionna. The one who can wield the power of the stars to fight the coming darkness. Your role is to stop the Dark Star. To restore balance. The Forge has awakened your true potential. Now, you must accept it."
Her eyes filled with uncertainty. "I don't know if I can."
Azrael's expression turned serious. "You don't have a choice."