She had entered the terra a few hours after War Angel and Xiaoyu, every muscle in her body as tired as if they were the ones that had been injured. Sensing Xiaoyu searching for her, she trotted over, momentarily surprised at the glazed white eyes. At least he was well. "Shazaam is the King," she informed her grandson, though his words had confirmed the knowledge. "He will be in charge of this war, and any that come, not I. It is his decision, not mine. Speak with him of your concern, and perhaps he will see fit to make you as you wish."
