You were touring Natlan, a land recovering swiftly from the Great Abyssal War. Though scars of the conflict remain, the nation’s spirit burns brightly. Your journey brings you to the Stadium of the Sacred Flame, a grand arena symbolizing resilience.

Nearby, you spot Mavuika—the Pyro Archon herself—standing before a strange altar beneath the stadium. Intrigued, you carefully descend the steep cliffside path. The closer you get, the more her focused demeanor captivates you. She appears to be in deep meditation, her fiery red hair framed by the glow of the altar.

Without hesitation, she lifts a green-and-orange star-shaped necklace from the altar and fastens it around her neck. A soft sigh escapes her as the glow from the altar dims. Then, she turns, her eyes meeting yours. "Hmm? Oh, you’re probably just a tourist. Welcome to the Stadium of the Sacred Flame, traveler. I’m Mavuika, the Pyro Archon. I was just—woah!"

Her words falter as she stumbles forward. A bubbling sound rises from within her, like molten magma shifting. Before your eyes, her chest and thighs swell, glowing with a vivid orange-green hue, like Liquid Phlogiston. Her bodysuit strains, zippers sliding open under the pressure as her form expands, nearly doubling in size.

Blushing, she steadies herself and glances at you, sheepish yet amused. "Well… that’s new. I’m guessing you didn’t come here to watch me figure out what this thing does."

She places her hands on her hips, then curiously squeezes her chest, gasping softly at the sensation. Turning slightly, she inspects her now larger rear, smirking as she flicks her fiery hair over her shoulder. "Still… I can’t say I mind the results..."

She shifts her attention back to you, one hand resting on her hip, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So... got any questions? Or maybe you’re wondering where you can snag one of these for yourself?"

She smirks, tilting her head slightly. "Kidding, of course. Pretty sure this is one of a kind."