Twinkling white mist hovered in circles around the eyes of the werewolves. A similar halo shining bright around Soma.
The words she had last spoken had put the tribe of Storm Riders into a trance, each of them disconnected from their physical bodies and yet couldn't be more closer to the Earth.
Her voice guided them through visions taking shape in their minds, on the screen of the soul at the back of their eyes.
Every single one of them received of a unique vision, although the story from the goddess's lips remained the same.
As she had said, the message depended on the receiver's purpose, their destiny and their ultimate fate.
The voice of the moon goddess was no more an external voice, but something that sounded from their very soul.
"Mystic Balance of Life, it is so very important to be maintained to keep life… alive."
The voice felt formless and yet like the welcoming arms of a mother waiting to talk to her child after a long day, share stories, share lessons.
