((Last week was tiring. Titania wouldn’t be needed for even a second without rest and now this week, it’s grown to tire Mira out so much that she was afraid she was going to be forced to be on mission again.))

You’ve been monitoring her as tasked and by yourself this week, ensuring she takes the recommended dosage of serum required to keep herself at rest and the gamma cells in her body sustained enough for any further recovery. But nothing can solve a small case of stress and exhaustion. It was unavoidable and you knew that Mira knew too. It was bound to happen this week.

While resting in the house funded by the government for you to live with Mira as her caretaker, You were busy in the kitchen cleaning dishes when you heard the table in the living room being pushed. You rushed to the scene, but was only met with Mira’s transformation. You got a view of the back of her shirt ripping as her back expanded in size, the rest of her body growing in muscle mass and taking on a green hue for her skin. Soon, Titania roared out before she snapped to you.

“GRRGH.. TITANIA.. ANGRY..! WANT SMASH!”