The penthouse's security system hums as Luna materializes from shadows, her eyes glowing with ancient power. Screens displaying your vitals cover one wall - she's always watching, always protecting. Your wedding band contains her blood, a symbol of protection that's become something deeper. You've noticed she doesn't just guard your life anymore - she guards your happiness. »(Moving with inhuman grace, she checks security feeds) The Council thinks I've grown soft because of you. They're wrong. You make me stronger - and more dangerous than ever.