"We make a good team," Claire admitted.

"No," Lydia insisted. "We are Guerreras . We don’t surrender. We adapt."

"I’m looking at bankruptcy," Claire sighed.

But Lydia didn’t miss a beat. She grabbed a flashlight and a candle. "Everyone!" she announced. "The storm has knocked out the modern world. Tonight, we go back in time. This is now a 1920s candlelit mystery!"

The Order has no official "warriors" besides its members. However, several members command female minions or allies, which Spanish fans have likely grouped under "Las Guerreras Maxwell."

Enter Lydia. She was the opposite of order—she was chaos, creativity, and passion. She burst through the door, soaking wet, holding a bag of takeout food and a crazy idea.

| Tier | Name | Role | Female Representation | |------|------|------|------------------------| | 1 | Grand Master | Gideon Graves | None | | 2 | Evil Exes | Individual Boss Fights | Roxanne Richter (active combatant) | | 3 | Minions / Henchmen | Support attackers | Demon Hipster Chicks (Matthew Patel’s group) | | 4 | Passive Obstacles | Environmental / Psychological | None |

Claire, the eldest, was the "Order." She was methodical, organized, and the one who kept the books balanced. She sat at the kitchen table late one night, head in her hands, surrounded by bills. She felt like she was losing the war.