This was also the first time Lightchaser had used her divine talent word. The moonlight inside the crown drained away completely.
The clock hands inside the arena seemed to be swept by sunlight. A dazzling wave of light passed over every player's vision.
Even though everyone present stood close to the level of gods, their sight was still blurred by that flash.
When the light faded, the spot where BS Rita had been standing now held someone else.
A loose white robe hung from the figure. It was so loose it almost looked disheveled. Pale blue runic patterns were embroidered across the fabric.
A sapphire belt, as wide as a palm, wrapped around the waist.
The robe fluttered in the wind, almost lifting away with every gust.
A pair of long, pale fingers held a white staff.
The staff touched the ground lightly. The blue gem at its tip glowed faintly.
Her skin was unnaturally pale.
Her long hair was deep blue, strands glowing softly under the brilliance of the Star Sea.
