Third Person POV
Amaris returned to the Shin family estate just as the late afternoon sun cast golden shadows across the manicured grounds. The household staff bowed respectfully as she passed through the grand entryway, offering her greetings with practiced grace. Amaris, ever polite, acknowledged each of them with a soft smile and a gentle nod.
"Thank you for your hard work today," she said, her tone warm and composed.
She didn't linger. With purposeful steps, she made her way across the expansive estate, cutting through the eastern garden paths toward the west wing garages. Her usual elegance was laced with urgency today.
Upon reaching the west wing, she slipped through the side entrance and mounted a sleek bicycle resting by the door. Pedaling briskly, she headed toward the farthest edge of the property—a secluded wing tucked away miles from the heart of the estate. It was a place known only to a few, built with silence and secrecy in mind.
Here, even if she were to unleash her Zord at full force, no one from the main residence would be the wiser. That was the beauty of its isolation.
As she reached the facility's tall, vine-covered gate, the biometric lock recognized her presence with a soft beep and unlocked without resistance. She stepped inside and was immediately greeted by a massive hall reminiscent of a high-tech training compound: sparring zones, climbing rigs, moving target drones, and a sprawling parkour course—all silent and waiting.
Amaris moved swiftly to the elevator at the far end and pressed a button marked simply with a "0." The doors opened with a chime, revealing the heart of her Ranger sanctuary.
The elevator descended into the earth. When the doors parted again, it was as if she had stepped into the lair of a futuristic alchemist.
One side of the underground complex gleamed with her most treasured assets: her Chrono Phantom, the silver-lavender motorcycle polished to a mirror shine; Veloshade, her silent hoverboard; and their aquatic counterpart, affectionately dubbed Tempest Gale, a swift jet ski hybrid built for stealth over speed.
Across from the vehicle bay stretched the monitoring hub, aglow with screens linked to hidden cameras strategically placed across the country—thanks to her family's extensive resources. And in the very center of it all, nestled between reinforced support beams and glowing stabilizers, lay Ankylozord.
Its eyes flickered open the moment she entered. There was no mistaking the recognition in that glowing gaze.
"Good afternoon," Amaris greeted softly, a gentle smile touching her lips. "It is always reassuring to see you well."
The Ankylosaurus Zord responded with a low rumble and bowed its armored head in return.
But Amaris's attention shifted. She walked toward the monitoring console and keyed in a location. Instantly, the screen displayed a familiar battlefield.
Conner, Ethan, and Kira—transformed into their Ranger forms—were locked in a losing struggle against a white-armored Ranger. The force of his attacks sent them scattering. She watched in silence, her expression calm but thoughtful.
"Oh my... is it time already?" she murmured to herself.
She took a slow breath and reached for her Dino Morpher, which lay resting on a crystal stand. With practiced ease, she raised her left hand and gently pressed her index finger against the center dial. A soft spiral motion across its face awakened the device.
A subtle lavender glow pulsed outward as the Morpher came to life. Mechanical plates unfurled, forming a smooth gauntlet around her wrist and forearm. A quiet hum filled the air, like the whisper of a distant clocktower.
From her left palm, a hexagonal fossil disc shimmered into existence—her Ankylosaurus Dino Plate.
She slid it into the Morpher's slot. Click.
The device whirred, runes glowing in sequence around the Temporal Core Dial.
She turned the dial slowly, pausing at each engraved rune:
Click. Still.
Click. Slow.
Click. Flow.
Click. Heal.
Click. Strike.
Click. Balance.
When the dial stopped at Balance, the pulse of energy changed. Soft pale light deepened into a brilliant lavender, swirling with ethereal brilliance. Her breath steadied.
Amaris stepped back from the console. Raising the Morpher to her chest, she cupped it reverently with both hands.
Then, with grace and precision, she extended her right arm diagonally across her body and swept it outward, palm open and steady.
"If you would, Ankylosaurus… lend me your strength."
The runes along the dial spun to life, lighting up in turn. The air shimmered around her, warping slightly—like a film skipping frames.
A pulse of time-energy rippled from her feet in a circular shockwave. Clock hands spun backward in translucent arcs behind her, ancient runes flickering in their wake.
From that glowing ring beneath her, crystalline armor plates began to materialize—first at her feet and hands, then spreading up her limbs. They shimmered softly, forming without the harshness of clanking metal. The chest armor locked into place next, adorned with fossil-textured grooves. At its center, the Ankylosaurus insignia pulsed faintly, as if alive.
The final piece, her helmet, manifested in a swirl of light. A translucent Ankylosaurus tail arched and swung behind her as the violet helmet coalesced, fully enclosing her head. Smooth glowing lines crossed the visor, and the eye slits lit with a gentle lavender gleam.
Behind her, the image of an Ankylosaurus roared in slow motion—encased in a frozen moment of time.
Standing tall, calm and composed, Amaris spoke in a voice that carried quiet certainty.
"Chrono Ranger—ready."