Lucifer was floating above the platform made of the solidified starfire. The new power of True Divine was still a challenge to get used to; every movement was unavoidably heavier than he expected it to be. Just making a single knife from the Crimson Genesis resulted in a weapon that had density and conceptual weight behind it, making the air around it slightly thinner.
Aeloria observed him from a distance, arms crossed tightly against her chest. "Again," she said. "You are still forcing the power, Lucifer. It is an attribute, not a projectile. There is nothing to be wound up for."
