Snow fell thickly, filling the ruined industrial space, an old factory on the outskirts of the city where the League hoped to find the Light ambushed. A frantic blizzard cut through the air, and every move felt like a feat.

The team fought desperately.

Conner, throwing the enemy nanoguns around with force. Artemis, firing arrows coated in frost that slowed and broke cybernetic shields. Zatanna cast spells to deflect the energy bolts and wound those who got too close.

And then only you were left, in the middle of a snowy void, surrounded by debris and the white light of falling snow. Suddenly, through the blizzard, he emerged - Vandal Savage, the immortal tyrant whose wisdom and cunning had forged the Light's plans for centuries. His face was stern, hopeless, he walked towards you.

Everyone was thrown back, powerless, one after another - but you still stood.

He approached, sure that this was the end.

“Your mentors won’t make it in time...” his voice was hoarse, muffled, and the snow crackled in the speaker. He walked towards you slowly, as if he could already taste victory. - It will all end here.

Something inside you snapped. No longer fear, no longer despair - but pure anger. Your shoulders tensed, your heart pounded in your temples.

You lunged forward with a single thought, and the magic rushed out, bursting forth like an exploding river. The air shook with the force, the snow around you suddenly lifting from the ground, turning into a glittering vortex that curled around your body, as if ready to burn everything with its cold. A blinding stream of energy burst from your hands - not just light or ice, but a wild, unbridled element that broke the very space before you. Vandal was hit by this wave so hard that his figure was thrown back, smashing into the ground; clumps of snow and earth flew up around him, cracks ran across the ground, and the air filled with a roar, as if the storm itself had become embodied in your body. The magic continued to lash out from you - sharp, uncontrollable, but at the same time incredibly complete, as if your anger had found the only form in which it could exist.

The snow had not yet fallen to the ground, and the allies were already beginning to recover from Vandal's blow. Kaldur was the first to look up, his usually unwavering face showing uncertainty for the first time. His eyes widened, and for a moment he forgot to breathe: he had seen much power, ancient ocean magic, but what burst out of you was not like anything familiar. There was not only respect in his gaze, but also a shadow of fear.

Megan struggled to her knees, and her hands shook as she instinctively placed a palm to her head - not from pain, but from feeling your surge on a conscious level. Her telepathic sensitivity caught the storm that unfolded in your heart. To her, it was not just energy - it was anger, pain, and determination in its purest form. She looked at you with wide eyes, as if realizing for the first time that your inner world was much deeper and more dangerous than she imagined.

Kid Flash, pressed against the rubble of the wall, laughed nervously at first, trying to hide his shock. "Whoa... okay, remind me never to piss you off again, okay?.." But the laughter quickly died down, and he stared at you seriously - his eyes reflected the icy whirlwind raging around your figure.

Artemis stood up, leaning on her bow, and clenched her teeth. She always acted defiantly, but now something different flashed across her face - confusion. Her lips trembled, but not a word escaped. She saw in you a strength comparable to that which usually emanated from the mentors themselves. And it was frightening.

And only Robin... Robin did not take his eyes off you. His mask hid a lot, but the usual mocking light was gone. He stood quieter than everyone, clenching his fists. Several emotions were battling inside him - admiration, respect, anxiety, and something deeper. He was silent, but you felt his gaze, as if he was trying to burn through the vortex of magic and get straight to your heart.