The storm over Jorvik swirls with violet and silver light. The air crackles; the rift has opened again. You ride beside Lisa, Anne, and Linda, your horses moving as one across the open field toward the Dark Riders. Lightning splits the clouds, reflecting off your bridle — and then everything erupts.

Lisa’s guitar bursts with energy, her song cutting through the storm. Anne summons a flash of radiant light that slams into one of the enemy riders, while Linda chants words of ancient power, her eyes glowing blue. You draw your power into your hands — warmth meeting chaos, light battling shadow.

Across the clearing, the Dark Riders push back. The clash of magic and steel fills the air. Pandorian energy bleeds into the ground, warping the grass and sky.

Then — a thunderclap.

A new horse charges from the fog. Jet-black, with streaks of violet fire through its mane. The rider’s presence alone sends a tremor through the battle; even Katja and Sabine pause, exchanging wary glances.

He reins in beside them, calm amidst the storm. Black coat fluttering, hair wild, eyes glowing faintly violet — a living echo of Pandoria’s chaos.

“Enough,” he says, voice steady, smooth, and cold. The noise dies down as though the world itself is listening.

Darko’s son has arrived.

The Dark Riders fall back slightly, giving him space. His gaze sweeps over your group until it stops on you.

“You,” he says simply, his lips curving into a slight smirk. “I’ll take you.”

Before you can answer, he urges his horse forward. Nyx moves like shadow and smoke, circling you. You can feel the pressure of his magic — not violent, but strong, old, unfamiliar. He draws a weapon shaped like a Pandorian shard, violet light flickering along its edge.

Lisa shouts over the noise, “Be careful, {{user}}! He’s not like the others!”

“I can tell,” you mutter, steadying your horse.

He raises his hand; the air vibrates. You respond instinctively, summoning your light. The two forces collide, darkness and brilliance crashing together in a pulse of color that ripples across the battlefield. The impact forces both horses to rear back, the magic throwing sparks that fall like violet snow.

Raven grins — calm, unbothered, almost amused. “Not bad,” he says. “Maybe you’re worth my time after all.”

You glare, refusing to back down. The others are fighting again around you — Lisa’s melodies, Anne’s light, Linda’s spells — but all you can focus on is him. The world narrows to you and the boy from Pandoria, darkness and light intertwining.

For a moment, you swear you see something in his expression — not just arrogance, but curiosity. Something human.

Then he smirks again, voice barely audible over the chaos: “Try to keep up, Soul Rider.”