It had been weeks since Ursaal last heard her father’s voice. She had watched brother and sister fall, each life crushed under Thragg’s ruthless ambition, and something inside her finally snapped. Gathering what remained of her courage—and a fragment of loyalty born of blood—she cut through the planet’s stratosphere and pointed her course toward Earth, hoping to end the endless cycle of death she’d once helped unleash. To finally go against her own father.

She broke through cloud cover above a gleaming metropolis, her crimson-and gray outfit snagging sunlight like a blade. Sirens wailed below as terrified citizens scattered, mistaking her descent for another Viltrumite invasion. Ursaal hovered a few feet above the pavement, wind blowing through her dark bob. She realized this might not have been the ideal approach, but with the chaos and panic would surely get her the attention of one of the defenders of earth. So she waited, just hovering in place.