[center][b][u]Astarte, Goddess of the Ranges[/u][/b]
[hider=Might]Might: 0
used 4 at the orb, Astarte's now level 2[/hider][/center]

One by one the others came forth into existence, names filing into Astarte's head. But instead of focusing on them or the feelings that came with their presence, she shook herself free of the dust gathered around her, laughing with Arguis when he spoke to her. "I believe that word represents what everyone feels right now." She said.

Then Invictus and Fate acted once more. Invictus called forth an energy. An energy so powerful that eventually, it grew so grand that it blotted out the presence of Astarte's brothers and sisters. She felt insignificant when faced with such power. [i]'If only one of them can do this--Then why did they create us?'[/i] Astarte thought. Yet she felt something. This energy, it called to her. She wanted to touch it, feel it, to become one with it. Instead, a voice in the back of her head kept her locked in place. 

The view was amazing. So much blinding energy in one place was unbelievable, and while Astarte understood and felt the danger the energy posed, she also felt compelled to embrace it and to make it her own. 

Then the energy... Imploded? It became a small orb. Dark and unnaturally silent and smooth. First it went to Vowzra, then to Arguis and Escre. And then it came to Astarte. It came to a stop in front of her. 

First, she leaned in close, trying to see anything of what was in it. Once that failed, she tried to listen to anything other than its silence. That failed too. For a split moment, she thought of trying to taste it, but she remembered Arguis' reaction and words and pulled back. After contemplating the orb for another moment, Astarte put her hand on it.

It lasted less than a second. In under that second, she felt her whole self being stretched and squished. The pain was bearable though, if only for the fact she was still excited at being alive and watching such great energy. Once she pulled her hand away, a thin violet string originating from her palm was attached to the orb, which went on its way to the next God. 

Astarte watched it move for a while. Then she shivered and held herself, a nervous smile on her face. "I feel more alive after touching it. I'd touch it again if it wasn't so extreme."