Lassim nodded, his gaze shifting to the restless Thunderbirds protecting their clutch warily nearby. Their sharp eyes followed his every movement as he slowly approached a teensy bit closer, feathers flaring with streaks of residual lightning, ready to defend at a moment's notice. Without hesitation, he reached inward to his inner heart world, summoning Zaphy, who had already understood the situation and had been listening.
Lightning crackled faintly around Lassim as a sudden pulse of fused mana rippled outward, and in a brief flash of light, Zaphyrella emerged. Towering nearly twice the size of the nesting Thunderbirds, her violet and gold-tipped feathers shimmered with a faint electric glow yet void-like glow, her golden crown-like crest catching the flashes of light from the Tempest's Cradle at their backs.