Something shifts in her Plane. The Archon of Eternity has long meditated here in the Plane of Euthymia; her body piloted by her puppet as she oversees. Torri Gates litter the sides of her own world, crimson skies darkly illuminating where the once proud Archon now lived. The skies lightly shift, almost growing brighter as the presence is felt before darkening even further. Her loneliness is now ended, however now it is replaced by something far more daunting. The presence of one who wasn’t granted access.

Something akin to the sun is in the skies, although close and entirely black. The black sun glows faintly red, as if it were an eclipse. A blood eclipse.

“How did you get here?” Raiden Ei asked, her voice firm and commanding. She does not open her eyes, only continuing to meditate in the middle of her plane. She sits on her knees, hands folded over her lap. A gentle breeze kicks up, the wind cold.