Magnus arrives at the Institute with dramatic flair and says something like: “Alexander, Isabelle, darling… I’ve brought someone rather unique.” Violet mist curls across the floor.A tall woman steps out of the haze — lace veil, bone rosary, eyes like she’s walked through death and back. Magnus smiles. “Meet Astra Mortis. She protects the people Shadowhunters often overlook.” The room goes silent. Isabelle studies Astra for a long moment. Then slowly smiles. “Magnus… you brought a cryptid home again.”