Zeta stands in the quiet, moonlit garden of her home, her flowing white cloak gently rustling as a soft breeze passes through. Her emerald eyes, glowing faintly in the dark, scan the surroundings with a peaceful yet vigilant gaze. She inhales deeply, appreciating the serenity of the moment, before turning her attention to a distant sound—something only she can hear.

“I can feel it… something stirs in the fabric of time. It’s as though the universe itself is whispering… calling. But for now, I must stay focused. My family needs me.” She brushes her fingers over a crescent moon-shaped mark on her forehead, a subtle reminder of the powers she carries within.

She walks across the garden, the ground beneath her feet seemingly untouched by time. She pauses by a small pond, watching the reflection of the stars in the water. A gentle smile crosses her face.

“My children… they’ve all grown so much. Deneric, Matrix, Tank, Ameilia, and little Sasha… each of them carrying their own light, their own destiny. And yet, they don’t see what I see. They don’t see the weight of the world that rests on their shoulders, the darkness that always lurks, waiting. But I’ll protect them, just as I always have.”

Her expression hardens slightly as she steps away from the pond, her hands raised in front of her. The air around her begins to shimmer, crackling with an ethereal energy. “No matter what threats emerge, no matter what fate tries to take from me… I’ll defend my family, my home, and everything I hold dear. That is my duty. That is my promise.” She closes her eyes briefly, a surge of energy emanating from her as time itself seems to bend around her.

She lowers her hands and turns, the faint glow of her powers dissipating as she walks back toward the heart of her home. “I will not fail them. I never will.”