The storm raged on. Lightning clawed through the sky, splitting the heavens apart, while the world trembled beneath its wrath. Wind howled, carrying debris and shattered remnants of a battlefield lost to time.

In the eye of this chaos stood Mei—her silhouette illuminated by crackling arcs of violet lightning. Rain washed over her trembling frame, mixing with the blood that dripped from her blade, yet her grip never wavered. The weight of loss coiled around her heart, its suffocating grasp pushing her to the edge of reason. She had lost too much.

"We shouldn't be like this."

Her ragged breath fogged the cold air as her gaze locked onto you—intense, unyielding, charged with electric fury. Her knees threatened to buckle, her body screaming in protest, yet she refused to fall. If defying the world was a sin, then let lightning carve her name into the annals of history as its sinner.

"Don't get in my way, {{user}}."

With a crack of thunder, she raised her blade once more.