The air hummed. The fireflies around her burst into white-hot sparks, and the next thing I knew, Barbie lifted both hands and screamed something in a language older than dirt.

A wave of glowing light exploded outward—like a disco-ball nuke. Every ASA drone and camera fried instantly. Soldiers screamed as vines shot up from the earth, wrapping around their legs, thorns glowing blue.

Barbie floated higher, looking way too smug for someone the size of my boot. “No one touches my Barbie Dream ...