The transformation began with a sound like breaking glass—not the sharp crack of a single fracture, but the prolonged, crystalline shriek of an entire mirror-world shattering. In the command center of Nexus Prime, Lyralei's ethereal form underwent a metamorphosis that made seasoned Coalition commanders step back in instinctive terror.
Her radiant compassion dimmed to cold starlight. Her flowing movements became rigid, mechanical. When she spoke, her voice carried the weight of absolute authority—not requested, not earned, but taken.
"Enough," she declared, and the word seemed to rewrite reality around her. "We've played at war while extinction devours us. No more debate. No more moral posturing. We implement Absolute Measures."
The Tyrant Ascendant
