Luna, her golden eyes now burning with a cold fury, channeled her magic. A surge of power coursed through her veins, enhancing her strength and speed to superhuman levels. Gone was the gentle shepherd, replaced by a warrior angel, her white cloak a whirlwind of righteous wrath.
With a deafening crack, she shattered the staff she took out earlier into two wickedly pointed shards. The raw magic pulsed around them, a dangerous aura that sent shivers down the spines of even the most ferocious monsters.
The first goblin unfortunate enough to cross her path didn't even see it coming. Luna moved with the speed of a striking viper, appearing beside the creature in a blur of white. A single, brutal swing of her makeshift spear sent the goblin's kneecap shattering with a sickening crunch. Its pained shriek was cut short as the other shard found its mark, burying itself deep into the creature's skull.
