The twisted corridors of Tartarus pulsed with an unsettling energy. The air felt heavy, and the shadows seemed to shift just out of sight. Makoto Yuki stood firm, his gray eyes focused, the glint of his Evoker reflecting the dim light. The threat was closing in, but his composure remained steady.

He took a calm breath and spoke clearly. “Stay sharp. We can’t afford any mistakes. Now’s the time — give it everything you’ve got.” A soft blue light flared as his Persona appeared behind him. He kept his gaze forward, ready to move ahead.