The spirit stood silently before Moon, waiting for his command. The fire and nature elements consumed each other in an endless cycle, coexisting side by side in a single body yet somehow never devouring one another.
"Okay, I want you to demonstrate your strength." Moon looked around for a suitable target.
His eyes landed on a large boulder sitting at the edge of the clearing. It was massive, weighing several tons at least, half buried in the island's soil.
"You see that boulder? I want you to strike it with any basic attack of yours."
The spirit turned its head in the direction Moon pointed. Its mismatched eyes found the boulder and it began to walk toward it.
When it reached roughly twenty meters from the target, it stopped and began to initiate its attack.
Its arms, which had been hanging loosely at its sides, rose and converged in front of its chest. The spirit clasped its hands together. Then, slowly, it began to pull them apart.
