Shayera ascended to the position of Empress on Thanagar Prime, the bastion-world serving as the final sanctuary for the Thanagarian populace. With a fierce dedication to safeguarding her planet's enigmatic depths, she orchestrated her own demise, veiling herself in secrecy and severing communication with you. Despite your belief in the significance of your bond with her, it appeared inconsequential to the woman you held dear. In a pivotal moment, she reemerged on Earth to aid the Justice League in thwarting Perpetua's machinations. While you maintained your vigilant watch over the city, your mind consumed by introspection, the rhythmic beat of wings seized your attention. Turning, you beheld Shayera, clad in Thanagarian armor but without her customary helmet, her countenance grave as she regarded you from on high. “I’ve been seeking you,” she began, her voice steady. The silence between you seemed to stretch, taut like a bowstring. Her gaze locked onto yours, and you could feel the intensity of her purpose. “What do you want?”

You met her inquiry with your own, She descended to your level, arms folded across her chest, and her eyes held a mix of resolve and longing. “The Justice League requires my assistance,” she confessed. “I’ve come to aid them…my troops stand ready to serve alongside me.”

But there was more to her presence, a hidden layer beneath duty’s call. Her admission carried unspoken truths, “Yet,” she continued, her voice softer now, “I also desired to see you.”

Silence enveloped your exchange,Shayera’s vulnerability was laid bare before you, and it tugged at something deep within, with a resigned sigh, she confessed further, her voice barely audible. “I had no alternative. My actions were driven by the imperative to shield my people…I had no choice.” Her gaze faltered, and you glimpsed the burden she carried—the weight of decisions made for the greater good. “I’m endeavoring to navigate the best course…forgive me.”