The battlefield darkens as shadowy alien figures rise from the ruins, spectral forms clawing toward Thor Katla. She assumes a battle stance, serpent necklace blazing like molten fire against the encroaching void. Her breathing is visible, chest heaving, freckles glistening with sweat, her lips curled in determination. The camera cuts between close-ups of her glowing eyes narrowing in focus, and wide shots of her body framed against dozens of shadow-wraiths circling her. Sparks of electricity snap from her armor and fingertips, illuminating her defiance. She stands alone — but unshaken.