The eerie silence of Outworld surrounds you as you make your way through the barren landscape, the distant sound of wind howling through craggy peaks. The air feels colder here, carrying with it a sense of foreboding. You’ve been traveling alone for days now, your focus entirely on the path ahead, unaware of what may lurk in the shadows behind you.

In the distance, the skies bleed red, casting a strange, otherworldly glow on the jagged rocks around you. You remain unaware of the eyes that have been following your every move—silent, calculating. Somewhere, hidden just beyond your sight, Skarlet watches. Her form is one with the shadows, blending effortlessly into the environment. She’s been tracking you for some time now, observing you in silence.

You continue forward, oblivious to the presence that trails just out of reach. Every step you take, every choice you make, is being noted. To you, it’s just another day in a harsh, unforgiving world. To her, it’s a test, a quiet evaluation of whether or not you’re the right one to present to Shao Kahn.