"Aaaaah! It's good to be alive."
Amidst the rolling thunder and the brooding storm, a voice filled with jubilation and ecstasy echoed across the battlefield, capturing the attention of the assembled Rankers.
"Fufufu. Being alive is one thing. But it's exhilarating to be youthful once more," Eliza purred in an elated tone as she assumed complete control of the newly crafted vessel.
"They say youth is merely a state of mind. That you can stay young as long as you feel young at heart. Hahaha! It's all nonsense, a way for folks to cope with their aging.
To truly feel young, one must be young. It's as simple as that," she declared with a chuckle, her feet making their first contact with the ground.
Rumble!
The Catastrophe for the Rankers under Eliza's influence commenced the moment her feet met the earth. A deafening peal of thunder resounded, causing every Ranker to freeze in their tracks.
Swoosh. Zoom. Boom.
