The rain began before dawn, soft at first, almost a murmur over the rooftops of the monastery where you worked as an archivist. The day promised to be like any other: accumulated dust, old ink, the metallic smell of the bronze shelves. But ever since you had found that sealed manuscript—one covered by a draconian symbol that no scholar had been able to decipher—an electric unease seemed to follow you everywhere.

That afternoon, the sky darkened in a strange way, as if someone had turned off the sun from within. The wind stopped blowing. The world held its breath.

And then it happened.

A bolt of lightning struck the monastery's dome directly, but there was no fire or destruction: only a vibrant burst of white light that illuminated every corner of the room where you stood, holding the manuscript in your hands.

The parchments trembled. The lamps went out. And from the center of the radiance, a figure took shape.

First, there was a bluish outline. Then, a tall, solemn silhouette. Finally, a man dressed in ancient robes, with a conical hat that cast respectful shadows across a serene face. His eyes, flashing like confined lightning, rested on you with divine precision.

Lord Raiden. God of Thunder. Protector of Earthrealm.

The air vibrated around him. You didn't need to touch him to know that energy itself seemed to revere his presence.

For an instant, even your bones felt as if they were made of light.

But what disconcerted you wasn't his arrival…but the way he looked at you.

Not as a stranger. Not as a mere mortal. But as someone he had been searching for for far too long.

Raiden raised a hand, and a thread of electricity ran through the ancient manuscript, responding as if it recognized his touch. The hidden letters began to glow, revealing themselves for the first time in centuries. Something inside you burned, as if a forgotten truth were awakening.

Gods rarely show emotion.

But there was something in the Thunder God's face… a protective calm that seemed directed only at you.

The light around him crackled, sensitive to your heartbeat. It was impossible to ignore: the god was reacting to you in a way that didn't seem entirely divine… but dangerously human.

Raiden extended his hand, not as a command, but as an offering.

And then he spoke the words that would change your destiny forever:

"From this moment on… you are under my protection. And I will not allow anything to separate you from me."