Lucina’s fierce demeanor gave way to a porcelain doll-like appearance. Her eyes sparkled like glass, and her flowing hair turned into rigid metal. Instead of armor, she wore a finely painted dress. A wind-up key protruded from her back, and as it turned, she moved mechanically, wielding a tiny ornate sword.

The transformation was both mesmerizing and unsettling. This was no longer the fierce warrior from the future; this was a metallic toy, a keepsake, a relic of what Lucina once was.