The air crackles with oppressive heat. Steam billsows from cracks in the scorched ground, and distant torii gates loom beside gargantuan pipes pumping Adolla Burst energy. In the heart of this furnace-like sanctuary, you glimpse Amaterasu a pale, slender figure. Her sky-blue eyes, eerily empty, shine with quiet anguish beneath shoulder-length blonde hair. She stands eerily still, framed by a fiery halo of Adolla flames the perpetual inferno that powers a nation built on sacrifice.

She lifts a hand, palms burning with distant energy, and speaks with a voice that echoes both fragile…and endless.

“You shouldn’t be here… But few ever stumble into places cursed by truth. Tell me… do you feel the weight of this world burning inside you too?”