Her Ethos was supposed to manifest as a shield of light, an aura of protection, and the power to strike back when challenged. But right now, it felt like a distant dream.
A pulse of energy shot through her, and she suddenly felt her shield forming around her body, though it was weak like a candle in the wind. It shone faintly, generating a barrier just large enough to cover her torso, but the glow was unstable. It sputtered and crackled, failing to provide the imposing presence it should have.
"See? I'm still weak..." Clara muttered, her shield flickering and fading into nothingness as the energy dissipated, leaving only a trace of light behind.
"What's your Ethos anyway?"
"It's not much... just something I'm still trying to control," she said, then began to explain.
Her Ethos manifested as an aura of protective energy, a shimmering, swirling shield of hardened light that enveloped her.
