Robin's light 'solidified' - in so much as light can solidify - as a small, bright globe floating above her raised hand, shooting out soft rays like those one can see if one looks at a light with squinted eyes.
When the words sounded, she stood still. It seemed there might be no point in going further. "And likewise every shadow has a light at its source," she retorted, her eyes moving slowly over the near-tangible darkness beyond their dome of light. "We're not here to play word games, Maleficent. Kindly show yourself."
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Robin's light 'solidified' - in so much as light can solidify - as a small, bright globe floating above her raised hand, shooting out soft rays like those one can see if one looks at a light with squinted eyes.
When the words sounded, she stood still. It seemed there might be no point in going further.
"And likewise every shadow has a light at its source," she retorted, her eyes moving slowly over the near-tangible darkness beyond their dome of light. "We're not here to play word games, Maleficent. Kindly show yourself."