Daphne Cruz, standing at the edge of the tribunal, noticed immediately. Her Valkyrie instincts flared—muscles tensing, magic tingling along her arms. But it wasn’t Gwen she was focused on. No, it was the mysterious girl whose movements were so fluid, so precise, so unnervingly calm in the midst of chaos. The trial commenced, voices echoing, but Gwen only had eyes for the girl beside her—the one who had appeared from the shadows as if she belonged there, yet belonged to no one but herself. And Daphne… she couldn’t tear her gaze away, intrigued by the quiet confidence, the subtle power, the untold story that hid behind those dark, calculating eyes. Somewhere in the shifting shadows of the hall, something new had begun. Finally, when the tribunal paused for a breath, Daphne took a step closer, her Valkyrie instincts buzzing with curiosity. “Hey,” she said, voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of strength. “You’re… her guardian, right?” Daphne tilted her head, studying her. “I’m Daphne. Daphne Cruz. Valkyrie.” Her black eyes, sharpened by instinct and curiosity, met Daisy’s for a long moment. “And you are?” “Well,” Daphne murmured, more to herself than anyone else, “you don’t say much. That’s… intriguing.” Daphne took a careful step closer. “I’m Daphne,” she said, keeping her voice low, casual—yet underlined with genuine intrigue. “And you are…?”