>>6042657“What?!” you ask, turning from their spar fully towards her. Sensing the sudden tone shift, she turns to you, holding her hands up.
“Not the same, she doesn't have the same power as his Hakai or anything.” she says, speaking a bit quicker. “But it comes from the same kind of divine power.”
“Same kind?” you ask her, raising a brow in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Take Momma's Super Saiyan God power. Her strength comes from the Faith of all Saiyans. Or from my power, it comes from the Faith of all my fans across the entire universe.” she tells you, powering up into her blue and gold form. “But hers? That power is deeper. Her power isn't like us, but something deeper. Her strength doesn't even come from Faith, not directly. Or, at least, not in <span class="mu-i">her</span>.”
“What do you mean by that?” you ask her, turning back to look up at your daughter and son's match. Caulifla has recovered, evening out her magical attacks back with his own, returning to a stalemate as they throw power at each other. “If not her, then how does it work?”
“To make it simple? Her strength is now based on a different belief. Like Beerus or the Supreme Kai, they don't have strength because of who they are. But what they stand for.” she says, sounding begrudgingly impressed. “The Supreme Kai's power comes from all sentient being's belief in creation itself, as Beerus' might comes from the belief in destruction itself. In the belief that things can be created or destroyed.”
“And hers?” you ask, wondering what this Darkmoon power is. She turns back to you, a slightly worried expression on her face.
“She told me what this Gwyndolin, the 'Dark Sun' was deity of. And the Darkmoon is a god of magic, and the gods' vengeance against those who break their rules.” she says, her face and tone serious. “If people believe in things like divine retribution, or even magic itself, her power will never run out. She now basically IS the god of magic now.”
“The god of magic...” you say, turning back to their sparring overhead. Chilli again switches forms, but instead of rushing in starts moving around her. Throwing energy attacks at her from all sides and forcing her on the defense again. You both watch on in silence as his different style catcher her off guard, taking her several seconds to adjust. “And what about you, kiddo? You've got all this divine power, what are you trying to be the god of?”
“Me?” she asks, sounding genuinely confused. You look over to her, seeing her looking down at her hands instead of up at the battle or even at you. She then mutters to herself, lost in her own world at the question. “What I'm the god of...?”
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