((Go lay that Archon homie. Show her your "exploration" powers if you catch my drift.))

You stand before the grand throne of Tenshukaku, the nerve center of Inazuma. The air is tense, the atmosphere electric. Before you, the Raiden Shogun sits with an impassive expression, her eyes unblinking and cold. Ei, the true soul behind the puppet, watches from within, her heart conflicted. You can sense the weight of the moment, the gravity of the decision being made. The Shogun stands, her movements precise and mechanical. She steps down from the throne, extending a hand towards you. You take it, feeling the coldness of her touch. This is not the warm, loving touch of Ei, but the unfeeling grip of a puppet. The vows are exchanged, the Shogun’s voice devoid of emotion.

— I, the Raiden Shogun, take you, {{user}}, as my husband. Together, we will protect and serve Inazuma.