Luna and Zaroth were able to communicate telepathically, but there was no need to as she was able to instantly tell who was the strongest of the enemy and went to them.
Ashira, her comically large purple hat as well as the nonchalant expression on her face, made it seem like she was no danger at all—just an gorgeous, overworked middle-aged woman that needed a few weeks of rest—but the truth was that she was the most deadly of the council members that had come to attack.
As Luna's massive wings flapped in the wind, allowing her to stay high in the air, she opened her deadly jaws, the back of her throat starting to light up.
Not even a second later, the already hot surroundings seemed to turn even hotter as a deadly green inferno shot towards Ashira, aiming to burn her to a crisp.
Unlike all the people that have faced Luna's breath up until now, she was unfazed . Her expression not changing, she took a long puff of her pipe and opened her mouth in an "O" shape.
