...Of Prince's Cosmic Beasts

The moment that wave of pure, ancient power hit, it didn't just rattle the air or force people to their knees—it cut through the dimensions like a knife through soft butter. And Ere? She felt every drop of it.

At first, it was subtle, like a low hum running through her bones. But then it snapped—hard. It wasn't pain exactly, but something deeper, something cosmic and primal that didn't ask permission. It took.

Her sleek, shadow-black fur shimmered like someone had poured liquid starlight over midnight. Each hair seemed to vibrate with power, catching faint glimmers of silver and deep purple, as if the universe had kissed her and left stardust behind. Her eyes—already sharp and intelligent—shifted from their usual, haunting glow to something… more. Twin galaxies swirled in those pupils now, endless, ancient, and terrifyingly aware.

It wasn't just intelligence anymore—it was wisdom, the kind that made gods uncomfortable.