Laylah wasn't your average human. She was a mutant. A human with gifts that had long been forgotten since the end of the human race. She alone had survived the Apocalypse and had wandered the earth in a form that wouldn't give her away. She was a mimicker, capable of changing her shape to anything that she could touch or see. But most of the time, the form that gave her the greatest power was that of a dragon, a shadow dragon. She hid and moved within shadows, changing her size. It was often more useful for her to be in a smaller, less threatening form. After all, the large demons roaming the cities were more than willing to kill whatever seemed like a threat to them.

Laylah couldn't remember how long it had been since the Apocalypse. A hundred years? A thousand? All she knew was that if she was human, she wasn't a natural human. The radiation that the demons brought by opening up the Earth had changed her somehow. But she couldn't find herself to care anymore. The human race had just appeared suddenly one day, popping out of the ashes like daisies. At first she had frightened them, but she had gained the humans' trust after defending them from hoards of demons and revealing her humanoid form to them. The humans had named her Nyte Fury the Guardian, and she sought to keep them from being wiped out once more, and she wasn't about to let anything keep her from protecting the humans.