The Shogun

Within the stillness of the Oneiric Euthymia, the tranquil expanse ripples. The violet mist fractures, and from the cracks seep shadows that twist and crawl—void creatures, formless and whispering, hungry for divinity.

The Raiden Shogun’s eyes flare with cold light as her blade manifests in her grasp. “This realm is not open to you."