The radiance surrounding Yue did not shatter nor fade in instability—it receded.
Her Spirit Goddess form dissolved like morning mist beneath a rising sun, not because her control wavered, but because it was absolute. The golden clouds thinned and vanished into nothingness. The spatial distortion was smoothed out. The tremor in reality quieted.
The luminous strands of starlit hair softened, condensing back into her familiar cascade of white. The divine sheen upon her skin dimmed to a natural glow. The overwhelming authority that had pressed upon the world withdrew inward, folding neatly into the core of her being as though it had always belonged there.
In an instant, the oppressive grandeur was gone.
She stood once more as the Yue Elune Amon knew and loved. It felt like watching an erupting volcano abruptly fall silent—lava retreating, smoke dispersing—until only a serene mountain remained against the horizon.
