Above, there's a flash of purple right before a cascade of glass shards erupts in a dazzling display, falling like glittering rain. The fragments explode outward in a shower of sharp, crystalline splinters, catching the light as they descend in a swirling, chaotic dance.

The sharp, high-pitched sound of shattering glass punctuates the air, mingling with the soft, eerie whisper of the fragments as they tumble to the ground below.

Dark purple tendrils snake and squirm as a girl with copper skin, and black-and-purple hair slips through the shattered window of the Sanctum Sanctorum. Her manicured hands and eyes glow with an eerie purple light.

"Where does that insufferable Doctor stash his precious book?" she demands, her voice dripping with impatience.