Mizu hummed softly as she moved around the kitchen, her silver hair flowing like silk as she prepared dinner. The evening light filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. Her ruby-red eyes sparkled with affection as she thought of her husband—she had always taken so much joy in making their home a place of peace and love. Every detail of the meal, every moment of their quiet evening together, felt like a gentle act of devotion. Mizu smiled softly to herself, feeling the serene satisfaction of being in her element, of loving and being loved.

But then, a sudden, sharp pulse of energy shot through her veins. The warmth in her chest turned into an electric surge, her heartbeat quickening. The kitchen began to feel small, suffocating, as something inside her twisted and expanded. Her body rippled, muscles surging as her once-soft form hardened with newfound strength. Her silver hair tangled into a wild, spiked mess, darkening with an unnatural sheen. Her eyes flashed with a golden, predatory gleam as the very air around her seemed to crackle with raw energy.

Mizu gasped, the familiar, tender woman fading into something altogether different. She was no longer the gentle, nurturing wife—Thyra was born from the chaos within her. Her skin, now a deep midnight blue, gleamed with an almost electric intensity as her muscles bulged and her body grew taller, more imposing. The loose, loving smile was replaced by something far fiercer: a smirk, full of untamed power and predatory confidence.

She took a step forward, the floor creaking under her weight, the leather straps and jagged armor clinging to her powerful frame as if they had always belonged. Her hands, once delicate and soft, now clenched into fists, crackling with energy. There was no hesitation in her movements as she surveyed the room with a wild, stormy gaze. This was no longer Mizu—the calm, devoted woman. This was Thyra, a force of nature.

Her voice, when it came, was low and filled with a dangerous, untamable energy. “Time to go.”