Luna blinked again, tilting her head slightly at Vergil. “What?” She raised her hand in front of her face, and an expression of pure, almost childlike wonder passed over her. Sure enough, a soft glow had surrounded her, not unlike light filtering through leaves. “Wow,” she said. She wasn’t sure whether to be amazed or terrified; she’d dreamed of having magical powers since she’d been a little girl - while this was literally a dream come true, it also meant that the monsters Vergil had mentioned were real as well.<br/><br/>She frowned. That glow was what those demons wanted to take from her. There was something disgusting about that; that they’d want to take something so pretty and twist it into their own dark power. As she looked, she was suddenly more aware of the city around them - there was a kind of flow to it that she had always felt but that she’d never really<i>noticed</i>before. In that flow, there were ripples - some felt natural, while others felt<i>wrong</i>somehow, like where a fire had charred part of a forest.<br/><br/>“I can feel them, I think,” she said after a time. “The monsters, I mean. In the city. And I can feel other things, too, although I’m not sure what those are.” She peered at him. “I guess you’re right about everything, Vergil. But... what now? If I can sense them, does that mean they can sense me?” Her lips suddenly felt dry.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>