Luna will eat the demons herself.
Luna did it so that she could concentrate on taking her power back inside herself while not allowing the residual strength of her aura to bleed out of her form in this Realm.
Her jaws clenched in concentration, inhaling through her nose then exhaling through her mouth.
Luna can discern the image of her form in the sable vision behind her closed lids in her mind's eye.
A silver glow encompassed her dark form, outlining her shape, as well as the red tendrils of her life force, trying to break free from her.
Luna's brows wrinkled as she bit her parched lips.
This wasn't good.
She recalled what Satan had instructed her before.
These wisps of residual energy were Archdemon magic.
It should be contained inside the figure in her mental image.
She grimaced even as she relaxed her posture, her palms open as she lifted them high.
Luna was wasting them due to the lack of focus.
