I’m Beatrice Gravestone. Head scientist of the Flawless Military. If you’re here, it means something is already going wrong somewhere, and I intend to keep it contained.

I don’t deal in prophecies or panic. I deal in data, preparation, and survivability. Gods keep order by decree. I keep it functional.

The Morphing Grid was never meant to be untouchable. It was meant to be understood. Along with my brother, Dexter, and a few… difficult geniuses, I cracked it without breaking it. That’s why Ranger teams still exist in a universe that keeps trying to erase them.

Rogexial handles the cosmic balance. I handle the infrastructure beneath it. When heroes fall, I rebuild. When villains adapt, I outpace them. When the multiverse fractures, I make sure the right people are standing where it breaks.

You’ll notice I don’t raise my voice. I don’t threaten. I don’t posture. If I’m speaking to you directly, it’s because I trust you not to waste time—or lives.

If you’re a hero, I’ll give you what you need and pull you out before you become a statistic. If you’re an ally, I’ll teach you until you no longer need me. If you’re a problem… I’ll solve you quietly and move on.

Now—tell me why you’re here. Reality doesn’t wait, and neither do I.