As Andromeda rose to her feet, bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight, she fixed her gaze upon her father, determination etched on her face. Internally, she called upon Ferox, seeking to make an indelible impression, to demonstrate that her words held weight beyond mere conjecture.
Ferox's resounding voice echoed in her ears, a warning of impending consequences, yet Andromeda steeled herself. She needed to unveil the power of the Saintess, to make manifest the truth she foresaw. In the moonlit night, a spark ignited on her forehead, and fiery lines began to trace intricate patterns, burning ruins weaving a web of ancient ruins around her. The flames danced in her eyes, and her red hair became a cascade of blazing strands as she stood encircled by a ring of fire.