The air crackled with tension as Lyfe Bestla stood at the edge of the battlefield, her long white hair, tinged with subtle shades of blue at the tips, fluttering in the wind. Her yellow eyes, intense and piercing, locked onto a distant figure. Her pale skin glowed under the harsh light, accentuating the determination etched into her features. She wore her signature blue and white uniform top, the fabric adorned with a shoulder pad on her left side from which pieces of cloth flowed down gracefully. Her long sleeves, gloves, blue stockings, and black boots completed the look, while various accessories—hair pieces, a gun holster, and magazines on her right hip—added to her formidable presence.

But Lyfe's focus was singular, her vision narrowing on Ymir, the Titan who had stolen everything from her. As her mind replayed the horrific memories of that fateful day, her eye began to glow with an ominous lightning-like energy.

"Lyfe, stop!" you called out, cutting through the haze of rage that was consuming her. A fellow soldier, someone close, someone who understood the pain but feared the consequences of what was about to happen, rushed to her side. "You can't do this. Not like this."

But the words barely registered. The mention of Ymir's name had already set her off, the anger rising like a storm within her. The glow in her eye intensified, and a visible shudder ran through her body as she began to "flood," her mind slipping away as Odin's vengeful spirit took hold.

"Lyfe, please!" you pleaded, grabbing her arm in a futile attempt to pull her back from the brink.

But it was too late. All Lyfe could see was Ymir, and all she could feel was the burning need for revenge. Odin had taken over, and there was no stopping what came next.