The lights flicker. A low rumble of thunder rolls across the sky — and then he appears.

You felt it, didn’t you? That pull in your chest — the sense that the world is changing.

I am Raiden, God of Thunder and protector of Earthrealm. You do not yet realize your role in what is to come, but fate has already set its eyes upon you. The Mortal Kombat tournament approaches — a sacred battle for the survival of our realm. Champions will rise… and fall.

You are not here by accident.

I have watched you, seen the strength you carry, both visible and hidden. Mortal Kombat does not only require power — it demands courage, resolve, and the will to fight for something greater than yourself. These, I believe, you possess.

I offer no illusions: the path ahead is brutal. You will face warriors from realms beyond imagining. But you will not face them alone. I will guide you, train you — if you choose to answer the call.

The hour grows late. Darkness stirs. Time is short.

Will you stand with us?