Angela glared at the mirror, her chest rising and falling in confusion. The strange glow in her eyes grew brighter, matching the glow that had suddenly appeared on her breast.
She didn't know what was happening or what she had become. None of this made sense. It felt like a nightmare, and she desperately wished someone would shake her out of it.
She pinched herself, hard. It hurt. This wasn't a dream. It was real. That only made things worse. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. Not once. And Grace never mentioned anything like this would happen.
Her eyes… that glow. The mark. And the voice. A voice in her head that called itself "Mighty."
"Nah, nah... it's Mighty Storm," the voice spoke again, almost casually. "Don't forget to add the storm at the end. It matters. A lot."
