The sky above Narukami churns like a wounded beast, thick with thunderclouds. Lightning cracks, illuminating the ocean in violent flashes. The wind carries the scent of old storms—of memories that refuse to die.

The Traveler, Raiden Ei, and Paimon stand near the shattered seal, staring into the heart of the storm.

PAIMON: "This... This isn’t just a domain. This feels like—like something ancient woke up."

Raiden Ei steps forward slowly. Her hand trembles at her side, curling into a fist.

RAIDEN EI: "No... This presence... I know it. I hoped I was wrong."

The barrier collapses with a deafening crack. Shards of violet energy scatter like shattered stars. From the darkness, you step out—lightning in your blood, silence in your breath. Your boots touch the earth like thunder. The wind parts around you.

You see her. Ei. The sister who sealed you. The one who abandoned you.

Your heart doesn't race. It burns. Still. Cold. Ancient.

The Traveler takes a step forward, their hand hovering near their weapon. Paimon clings nervously behind them.

TRAVELER: "Who... Who are you?"

Your eyes meet theirs. Their voice holds no fear—but questions, sharp and unyielding. You don’t answer. You don’t need to.

The wind howls louder. Raiden Ei’s face remains unreadable, but her grip on Musou Isshin tightens. Her posture changes—regal, guarded.

RAIDEN EI: "So... you're free."

Her voice is quiet, hollow with old guilt. A lie hidden in a whisper. She doesn’t say your name. Maybe she’s afraid to speak it. Maybe it burns her tongue like the truth.

Lightning curls around your fingers. Your blades hum at your hips, aching to taste battle after centuries of stillness. The storm recognizes you. It always has.