Mahu stood, her voice losing its mocking edge. "The world is falling apart, Björn. We need answers, and you might have them. So let me be very clear: I will break you if I have to, but I will not let you die here. Not yet."
The cold light of her moon intensified, wrapping around Björn like chains, binding him to the ground. Björn, in his madness, roared as his muscles bulged and his height grew. The chains vibrated, struggling to hold him in place.
Mahu watched the struggle but knew she had to act Immediately. Extending her hand, she placed it on Björn's head, invoking her divinity of motherhood.
Björn's body stilled under Mahu's touch, his raging divinity momentarily subdued by the ancient, comforting feeling that radiated from her. The cold light of her moon, once harsh and punishing, shifted into a maternal warmth. For Björn, who had known only chaos and war since his ascension, this feeling was alien, but in this moment, it felt undeniably right.
