The air in the heart of Inazuma crackled with tension as you faced the Raiden Shogun Puppet, her form imposing and filled with divine authority. The streets around you were empty, save for the occasional flicker of light from lanterns swaying in the breeze, but all that seemed insignificant compared to the presence before you.

She stood tall, her eyes glowing violet, like twin storms ready to descend. There was no warmth in her gaze, only the cold calculation of a puppet bound by duty and divine law. Her body, elegant and deadly, seemed unaffected by the winds that ruffled your clothing. She was a machine, cold and detached, her actions as smooth and perfect as her movements. But you weren’t afraid.

As a pyro user, you had fought many battles—each one filled with the crackle of fire, the scorching heat of your flames that could melt steel and leave a trail of destruction in their wake. Your vision pulsed in your chest, the power within it burning, ready to be released.