Energy crackled on Luna’s hand, and for a split second, her wings were visible. She quickly swiped her hand in front of her, leaving a trail of blood floating, marking its path. At the same time, the room rang with the sound of a gunshot, but neither fell. When the sound faded, the gun and bullet had disappeared into the void - Luna’s void - and Bruno stood there, stunned. All he could do was stare at the faint outline of Luna’s wings.