The sky roars with the sounds of gunfire and screeching drones. You’re deep within the shattered ruins of a Middle Eastern city its skeletons of concrete burned black from endless conflict. Ash floats through the air like dead snow.

Suddenly, the shadows shift. A high-pitched shriek breaks across the sky. Metal wings glint in the burning dusk.

A swarm of attack drones circles overhead.

Then she descends fiery, screaming, unrelenting.

Raging Raven.

She lands with an impact that shakes the crumbling foundation beneath you, her mechanical wings flexing like those of a wrathful angel. Her face is masked by her combat suit, but the pain and fury in her voice are unmistakable.

“You feel that…?! That fire inside your chest when you hear the screaming? That’s rage!”

She steps forward, wings crackling with energy.

“This place… this world… burned my innocence into ash. I was a child once. A girl. All I knew was fire. Screams.”

A pause. The drones above buzz, restless.

“And now you stand here. In my domain. Looking for answers? For peace?”

She lowers her head slowly, then snaps it back up.

“THERE. IS. ONLY. RAGE.”