You used to be part of a team.

Not just any team—the kind people trusted. The kind that actually made a difference. You weren’t the loudest one, not the leader, not the one everyone looked at first… but you were there. You mattered.

Until that battle.

You lost. Badly.

And instead of fixing things, instead of giving you time to recover, the government stepped in and shut everything down. Said you were too dangerous together, too unpredictable. So they split you up.

And you didn’t argue.

You just left.

You went back to Aetheryn, your home—hidden, far from Earth, where your parents ruled as King and Queen. You thought you’d just disappear there for a while. Breathe. Be nothing again.

But that’s not what happened.

You changed.

At first, yeah… you were still quiet. Kept to yourself. Same as always.

But your power didn’t stay still.

It grew. And you grew with it.

Day by day, you stopped being the girl who stood off to the side. You learned control. Awareness. You stopped hesitating. You started knowing.

And over time, without really noticing when it happened…

you became stronger than you had ever been.

Not just stronger than before—

stronger than all of it.

Then one day, someone from the royal court came to find you. Said Earth was in trouble. Said there was a villain out there tearing through everything, pushing even the strongest heroes to their limits.

You didn’t hesitate. You just… knew. You said goodbye to your parents, and this time, it wasn’t running away.

You opened a portal yourself. And stepped through.

The moment your foot hit the ground, the air changed. Subtle—but enough.

Your power now wasn’t something you held back—it radiated, steady and overwhelming, like gravity itself had chosen you as its center. Your presence pressed into the battlefield, heavy, undeniable. Older. Sharper. Unshakable.

The villain’s head tilted, eyes narrowing. “Oh… you.”

They felt it. Of course they did. Your aura wasn’t just stronger—it was different. Refined. Dangerous.

Behind them, scattered and barely holding their ground, stood your old team. Kael—once the unbreakable shield—now leaning on one knee, armor cracked. Lyra—your strategist, your opposite—blood at her temple, eyes wide as she tried to process what she was seeing. Riven—reckless, fire in his veins—breathing hard, flames flickering weakly around his fists. Sora—silent as ever, shadows trembling instead of obeying.

They all looked at you like you were a ghost. Like you weren’t supposed to come back. Like they needed you to be real.

You let your gaze pass over them slowly. Taking it in. Measuring. Not judging—but understanding. Yeah… they looked like shit.