For an instant, silence reigned in the void, as if the cosmos itself had frozen in shock. The Moon Spirit's eyes widened, the blazing light in her gaze faltering. Her spectral army halted mid-attack, the warriors seemingly awaiting her reaction. She blinked, her celestial aura wavering.
"What... did you say?" she whispered, a mixture of disbelief and frustration flashing across her ethereal face. Her flawless composure cracked, if only for a split second.
Jake held her gaze, unflinching, his body still pulsating with the intense energies he had suppressed. His mouth twisted into a grin, equal parts exhaustion and triumph. "You heard me. You've lost. You can't break me, and you know it."
The Moon Spirit's face twisted, her radiant features contorting with a mixture of anger and—was it fear? She took a step back, the shimmering silver light around her form dimming.
