Tsukuyomi hovered in the air, the radiant splendor of her form dimmed.
Her ethereal wing hung with a morbid listlessness, a cruel reminder of the piercing blow dealt by Megaera's dark vine.
The gaping hole in the midst of her wings' feathers gaped, an empty chasm that mocked the once resplendent plumage, reminiscent of starlight.
The night around them darkened further, as if the very cosmos were holding its breath. Megaera's ebony Nightshade leaves, each one a wicked blade of malice, radiating an ominous, chilling aura.
They burst from the shadows, swarming like a malevolent storm cloud, arcing in cruel trajectories towards the wounded Tsukuyomi.
For a moment, it seemed as if the end were nigh. But in the face of encroaching doom, Tsukuyomi's eyes shot open.
A brilliant, light blue radiance ignited within them, bursting forth with a power that tore through the night.
