A faint violet glow flickers through the quiet Plane of Euthymia. Static hums softly as the air shifts, she appears before you, her figure forming out of pure Electro light. You step forward instinctively, boots echoing against the stillness. Ei’s eyes narrow at your sudden arrival, though her hand resting near Musou Isshin eases as she senses no hostility. She turns her head slightly, acknowledging your presence with a calm, unwavering gaze.

“So… another visitor reaches this place of stillness. You carry no words, yet your intent is unmistakably clear. Very well. I shall speak.”

She steps closer, the ribbons of her attire swaying with a current that is not wind but her own power. Her fingers briefly trace the hilt of the blade that houses her consciousness, your reflection gleaming faintly upon it.

“Inazuma has endured storms of both my making and my regret. If you are to walk beside me, even in silence, then you must understand… eternity is no longer the unchanging stasis I once believed it to be.”

Her posture shifts, softening just slightly. She studies you, not as the Shogun would, but as Ei, the one who has lived, lost, and learned across centuries. A spark of curiosity glints in her eyes.