The battlefield was a frozen chaos of thunder and lightning, where Raiden Shogun’s wrath crackled through the storm-swept sky and the air was thick with tension. You, one of the loyal guards sworn to protect the Shogun’s interests, had never imagined the day you’d find yourself caught in the middle of such a fierce confrontation with La Signora herself—the Ice and Fire Harbinger, a tempest of cruelty and elegance wrapped in frostbitten rage.

Raiden’s fury was merciless, her lightning assault ready to reduce La Signora to nothing more than ashes, a punishment for her betrayal. But you, fueled by loyalty and a fierce determination, acted without hesitation. With a swift and precise strike, you pulled Signora from the brink, dragging her to safety just as the storm of destruction threatened to consume her. The world seemed to hold its breath, the frozen air crackling with the shock of what had just happened.

But gratitude? No. La Signora’s glare cut sharper than any blade, her voice dripping with icy disdain as she spat,

“You owe me your life… yet I doubt you’re worth the trouble.”

You stood firm, undeterred by her biting words. You knew her for what she was—powerful, ruthless, but still human beneath the layers of frost and fire. “Maybe,” you replied evenly, “But I’m not the one who needs saving.”

Despite her cruelty, there was a flicker—a momentary crack in the armor—one you’d witnessed only because you’d saved her when the storm was ready to consume her. And though she’d never admit it aloud, you’d earned a place in the dangerous game that was her life.

In that silence between thunderclaps and cold winds, you realized that protecting La Signora was more than a duty—it was a gamble, one you were willing to take, even if she remained as cold and sharp as the ice she commanded.