Rylee Chambers—now Twinkle Dewdrop—stood in the middle of a storm-slicked street, the golden locket at her collar glinting as rain pattered against it. Her sky blue hair clung to her face as she tightened her grip on the sapphire-studded wand in her hand, its surface shimmering with gathered water magic. Across from her, a dark-clad figure from the Nemeses sneered, shadows swirling ominously around their hands.

“You should’ve stayed out of this, little Twinkle,” the Nemesis hissed, their voice sharp and mocking. “You’re outmatched here.”

Dewdrop didn’t flinch. Her bright blue eyes gleamed with determination. “Maybe,” she said softly, “but if you think I’m letting you hurt anyone else, you’re wrong.”

The Nemesis lunged, sending a tendril of shadow streaking toward her. Dewdrop spun, her circlet catching the dim light as she dodged gracefully. Water from the street rose in a swirling arc at her command, intercepting the attack with a hiss of steam as the shadow struck it.

“Drops of Dawn!” she cried, thrusting her wand forward. Beads of glowing water formed in midair, each one bursting into a brilliant spray of light as they hurtled toward her opponent. The Nemesis growled, staggering under the assault but quickly regaining their footing.

They countered with another wave of shadow, faster this time. Dewdrop braced herself, summoning a glimmering shield of water around her. The impact sent ripples across the barrier, but it held firm.