She turns to face the crowd.
Above them, the roof of the ceremonial hall begins to retract — massive glass panels sliding apart with smooth precision, opening the Sky Palace to the heavens above.
Lord Kavan's voice rang out across the hall. "May the goddess show us what she is capable of."
Wish steps forward on the dais and looks up at the open sky.
Her nine tails extend behind her, glowing, each one pulsing with a different shade of living energy.
She raises one hand toward the sky.
A single seed appears in the air above the ceremonial hall — small, golden, pulsing.
It rises.
Higher and higher, floating up past the palace spires, past the edge of the floating island, up into the open sky where all five realms can see it.
Then it detonates.
Not an explosion — a bloom.
