Luna slapped her palm on the artifact before the containment shields had finished settling.
STORM VALKYRIE.
The faint F-tier glow lasted a fraction of a second before it tore upward through every tier the same way Nyx's had, and the containment artifacts at the room's four corners flared to life, humming with mana, doing their jobs for the first time all day.
They lasted about three seconds.
Purple-white lightning crawled up Luna's arm from the orb and spread across her shoulders, forking down her back, wrapping her body in a lattice of storm energy that brightened with every heartbeat. Her purple hair lifted and crackled, individual strands separating and floating as static charge saturated the air around her. The grin on her face widened with each tier the reading climbed through.
The shields screamed. The angular devices at the four corners pulsed white-hot, pouring mana into barriers that bent inward under the pressure of what they were trying to hold.
