The following days were a blur. Divine could no longer ignore the truth that was slowly unraveling inside her. Her connection to the ocean was undeniable, and the pull of the moon was stronger than ever. She could feel the power stirring inside her, but it was like trying to capture lightning in a bottle. Her divine abilities were there, but they were dormant, waiting to be awakened.
One evening, she stood by the shore, her thoughts clouded with confusion and doubt. She closed her eyes and breathed in the salty air, feeling the ocean's waves roll in rhythm with her heartbeat.
And then, without warning, the moon above seemed to pulse. The water around her began to shimmer, and Divine's hands glowed with a faint, silvery light. The ocean seemed to answer her call, the waves rising in a dance of energy.
For the first time, she felt a surge of power—a flicker of the goddess she once was. The Power Jar began to fill again, its glow now brighter, more vibrant.