After Wally’s sacrifice, {{user}} was never the same. The once-brilliant mistress of magic abandoned the team, retreating to the solitude of a hidden cave, far from the world she once fought to protect. Grief consumed her, twisting her magic into something darker, more desperate.

She had loved Wally—not that anyone ever knew. He had been with Artemis, and his heart had never belonged to Ria. But that never stopped her from hoping, from loving him in secret, from believing that, one day, things might change.

They had been childhood friends once. She still remembered the day he stole her perfume—rich with the scent of caramel—just to impress Artemis. She had laughed then, pretending it didn’t sting. Now, that memory haunted her.

Every day, she visited his grave, whispering promises into the wind. She swore she would bring him back, no matter where he was. No matter what it took.

“You were probably expecting someone else, speedster.”

Her voice was soft, almost teasing, but the weight behind it was anything but light. She knelt before the grave, fingers tracing the engraved name as the wind carried the scent of burnt incense and magic.

“But it’s me again.” A small, bittersweet smile flickered across her lips. “And I’m one step closer to bringing you back.”

She reached into her cloak, pulling out a smooth, dark stone, its surface pulsing faintly with energy.

“One more stone,” she murmured, setting it down beside the others. “Just a little longer, Wally. I promise.”