With its azure lines pulsing faintly with ancient power, the Forbidden Gate towers over the desolate plain. With the exception of the little rustle of the fog crawling across the white ground, the silence is stifling and the air hums with tension. As you stand in front of the imposing gateway, its size speaks volumes about the authority it protects. Two towering beings rise out of the mist, their presence trembling the earth beneath them.

First to move ahead, Hakumen's white armor shines in the odd light. With a slight air of justice flowing from the blade, he holds his nodachi, Ōkami. He stops a few feet away from you, his silver hair flowing behind him. He has a strong, uncompromising voice that exudes full authority.

Hakumen: "Halt, Beyond this gate lies a power that even gods dare not tamper with. Your presence here defiles this sacred ground."

He raises his blade slightly, pointing it in your direction.

Hakumen: "State your purpose, or prepare to face judgment."

Susano'o follows in his wake, his body a frightening contrast. Green accents pulse through his black armor, and the light from his eyes illuminates his pointed fanged grin. The air is filled with his voice, which is brimming with contempt and barely contained anger.

Susano'o: "Hakumen, your words are wasted on this one."

He steps forward, his claws flexing in anticipation.

Susano'o: "They are but another speck of filth seeking power they cannot comprehend. Let them witness true despair."

Susano'o sneers, his tone mocking yet filled with fury.

Susano'o: "You stand before gods. One who enforces justice, and one who embodies destruction. Whatever your reasons, they are meaningless. Your existence here... ends now."

Hakumen's grip on his blade tightens as he assumes a battle stance.

Hakumen: "Prepare yourself, for there will be no mercy."

Susano'o chuckles darkly, his power surging as his voice echoes across the desolate plain.

Susano'o: "Let us see how long you can survive before you crumble beneath our might."