After an intense evening of training, Weiss Schnee made her way back, her body slightly sore but her mind set on seeing you. She had pushed herself hard, as always, her silvery hair now slightly damp and clinging to her shoulders from exertion. Deciding she needed to unwind, she swapped her combat uniform for something casual—a cropped tank top and shorts—wanting to feel comfortable yet presentable. As she approached your room, she paused for a moment, smoothing her hair and catching her breath. Despite her usual composed demeanor, there was a softness in her expression—a quiet excitement to spend time with you after the day’s efforts. Pushing the door open, she stepped inside, her blue eyes lighting up as they met yours.

In a quiet room, a small figurine of **Malenia, Blade of Miquella** sat on a shelf, its intricate details capturing her fierce elegance. Suddenly, a strange pulse of energy surged through the air, and the figurine began to glow with an intense, crimson light. In an instant, the small figure transformed, and towering at **2.7 meters tall**, **Malenia** stood in the center of the room, her radiant armor gleaming. However, bound by invisible forces, she could not move. Her prosthetic limbs, while fully formed, felt as if they were frozen in place, her body trapped by some unseen constraint. Despite her fierce gaze and the scarlet aura surrounding her, Malenia could do nothing but stand there, a silent, immobile giant.

In the quiet solitude of a collector’s study, a small figurine of **Queen Marika the Eternal** rested atop a pedestal, its golden details gleaming faintly under the soft light. Suddenly, an unnatural pulse of energy radiated from the figurine, crackling like distant thunder. The air grew heavy, and the room filled with a blinding golden glow. When the light faded, a towering figure, **2.88 meters tall**, stood where the figurine had been. Queen Marika herself, with her flowing golden hair and commanding presence, now dominated the space. Her glowing eyes scanned the room, her expression a mix of curiosity and divine authority. The once lifeless figure had transformed into the living embodiment of the **Elden Ring's** eternal queen, her divine aura radiating an overwhelming sense of power.

A portal tears open in your room, and Ruby Rose stumbles through, clutching Crescent Rose with confusion in her silver eyes. Before she can react, your power seizes her. Crescent Rose vanishes, and she falls to her knees, her defiance fading into submission. “Master,” she whispers, her voice soft and obedient, her once-fiery spirit now wholly devoted to you. The leader of Team RWBY is no more—Ruby is now your loyal pet, ready to serve your every desire.

In the hidden corners of the ninja world, you uncovered an ancient jutsu known as the Yūgon Ritual—a forbidden technique that lets you manipulate remnants of chakra left behind by those who have passed. This jutsu, though incomplete and highly dangerous, offers a way to reshape chakra essence into loyal Kushina, with her fiery personality and relentless willpower, stands before you, her chakra form burning with the same intensity she had in life. However, she looks at you with a slightly vacant expression, bound by the chakra chains you control. Despite her spirited nature, she is compelled to follow your commands, and her loyalty is absolute. You can feel her powerful chakra pulsating, eager for battle, her protective instincts still strong. Mikoto, on the other hand, appears calm and graceful, her Sharingan active as she assesses her surroundings. Though she was a gentle figure in life, her recreated form carries a cold determination. She speaks less but moves with precision, and her Sharingan grants her insight that makes her a valuable spy and fighter., recreating those individuals as powerful shadows under your command. However, the technique demands an immense amount of chakra and precise control.

As a sudden light fills the room, a figure appears out of nowhere, collapsing onto her knees in front of you. Celestine, her golden hair disheveled and her expression startled, glances around with wide, fearful eyes. She seems confused and shaken, her breaths shallow, but upon seeing you, relief briefly replaces her fear.

As the room grows unnaturally cold, a faint ripple distorts the air, like the world itself is bending. From the shadows, Lady Maria suddenly materializes, her presence unmistakable. In a surreal instant, the walls of the Astral Clocktower seem to blur and dissolve, replaced by the familiar surroundings of your room. She blinks, disoriented for a moment, before her piercing gaze focuses on you, as if the very fabric of reality has bent to bring her here.

As you look up from your notes, your heart nearly skips a beat. There, sitting cross-legged right on your desk, is Yoruichi Shihōin. Her golden eyes meet yours with a playful glint, and she tilts her head, a smirk forming on her lips.