Her voice lowered into something that transcended language, a vow older than human speech, carved into the fundamental structure of existence itself.
"I was reborn specifically to guard your throne," she said, and power thrummed through every syllable. "I was forged for this purpose and this purpose alone."
Her jade eyes ignited, literally *ignited*, with emerald fire that cast dancing shadows across the hospital room walls.
"And I will slaughter *anyone* who attempts to claim your life before destiny crowns you."
The promise hung in the air like drawn steel.
Absolute. Unbreakable. Eternal.
Shuyin stood frozen behind her guardian, the weight of ancient power and impossible destiny crushing down on her shoulders like physical force.
She could feel it, all of it, pressing against her consciousness.
The memories were trying to surface.
The power was trying to wake.
The throne was waiting to be claimed.
