Mythra

It's been a little while since Lloyd and Sheena left - enough time for things to have calmed down a little, as much as anything can calm down when a couple of strangers waltzed in, freed the captive Aegises, and rewrote the entire blade system within a few months. There's a lot to do, in the wake of that, but none of it is quite so urgent as before. And somewhere in there is a night, at least, where Malos and maybe Anna had found themselves back in Meltokio, and in their own beds, for the first time in who knows how long.

For her part, Mythra had taken Zelos's inability to visit her universe as a challenge, of some kind. She'd checked and double-checked and made Pyra double-check her coordinates, used a few tricks to gather up the power needed to slingshot herself into the next universe over. Easy enough, right? She'd waved off Rex's concern about the fact that Zelos had landed after the jump as a core crystal, not an awake blade - Zelos was made with weird restrictions, even if those had been altered after the fact. Nothing that applies to Mythra.

It's clear almost immediately, with an Aegis's processing speed, that something had gone wrong. She loses Zelos's signal, can't get ahold of it again, in the limited transitional time she's got to her name. But there's something. It's not quite right, but - it feels like Zelos, to some degree. Probably not one of his fellow Aegises, but maybe someone who'd known him, or come from the same place. Good enough for her, and she latches onto it, using it as a lifeline to anchor herself to this plane.

The culmination of all of this, of course, is a teal core crystal, faintly glowing, clattering to the floor with a surprising amount of noise outside of Malos's room.