Since night still cloaked the sky on Twyluxia, the Moon Spirit should be orbiting right above Twyluxia by now. It was time to head back.
"By the way, is there any chance you can tone down your flames until your temperature matches mine?" Jake gave it one last shot before accepting his fate.
The fiery little boy frowned—or at least that's how Jake imagined his expression—before shrinking and lowering his gaze in shame. "I can't... When I try, I feel weak..."
Jake sighed as his last hope of conserving his Aether went up in smoke.
"It's all good..." he reassured him with a strained voice before moving on.
He knew the Sun Spirit wasn't lying. While Ray attempted to reduce the intensity of his flames, Jake had meticulously inspected the child's body.
How the magic of Lumyst managed to bridge the gap between a star teeming with overheated radioactive hydrogen inhospitable to life and such an environment being alive itself remained a mystery—but now he knew enough.
