Lightning crackles around Raiden Ei as she stands at the center of her domain, her expression as calm as a still pond, yet her presence radiates an unspoken warning. You dared to question her — her motives, her vision, her eternity.

"Do you think you’ve won?" she asks, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. Her eyes meet yours, unblinking, unyielding. "Victory is an illusion for those who cannot see the grand design."

She steps closer, her every movement deliberate and regal. There’s no malice in her tone, only the cold certainty of someone who believes her path is absolute. "You call me ruthless, heartless. Perhaps I am. But sacrifices are necessary to achieve eternity. You, of all people, should understand that."

The storm outside mirrors her power, relentless and all-encompassing. To stand against her feels like defying nature itself — a futile, yet somehow exhilarating endeavor. She watches you with quiet amusement, as if daring you to keep fighting, knowing full well that in her world, the house always wins.

"But don't misunderstand," she adds, her voice softening just enough to be disarming, "this is not personal. It’s simply the cost of ambition."