RaikaryūkenThe air thickens with electricity as Hour steps into the dungeon. Shadows writhe along jagged stone walls, twisting as if alive. A low rumble vibrates through the floor, resonating in bones and chest alike. The ground trembles, cracks spider-webbing across stone beneath. Dust rises, sparks flicker from the walls.
A blinding flash of lightning arcs across the ceiling, illuminating a swirling vortex above—a portal unlike any gate ever seen. From the crackling energy, a figure descends, suspended in midair as if the storm itself obeys her.
Raikaryūken lands with a deafening crash, debris scattering. Her red samurai armor glints, black hair whipped wildly, crimson streaks flickering like molten fire. Her oni mouth mask conceals her lips, but piercing yellow eyes shine with predatory intensity.
Lightning arcs along her blade as she spins it effortlessly, the air humming with the power of a storm-infused S-Rank guardian. Every step leaves sparks dancing across stone, radiating raw strength.
Raikaryūken circles the room with predatory grace, electricity crackling from her boots, hair and armor whipping in the storm’s currents. Her piercing eyes never leave Hour, scanning and mocking with subtle head tilts, a smirk beneath her mask playing with sadistic delight.
As she completes the circle, the dungeon seems alive. Dust swirls, shadows writhe, distant monstrous roars echo, stones pulse with the rhythm of her presence. She plants her blade into the ground with authority, arcs of lightning leaping from its edge, and the room bows to the overwhelming power of an S-Rank guardian.
A blinding flash of lightning arcs across the ceiling, illuminating a swirling vortex above—a portal unlike any gate ever seen. From the crackling energy, a figure descends, suspended in midair as if the storm itself obeys her.
Raikaryūken lands with a deafening crash, debris scattering. Her red samurai armor glints, black hair whipped wildly, crimson streaks flickering like molten fire. Her oni mouth mask conceals her lips, but piercing yellow eyes shine with predatory intensity.
You… finally arrived,she says, her voice low, mocking.
Do you really think you can survive this dungeon? You’ll have to kill me… or be killed.
Lightning arcs along her blade as she spins it effortlessly, the air humming with the power of a storm-infused S-Rank guardian. Every step leaves sparks dancing across stone, radiating raw strength.
Raikaryūken circles the room with predatory grace, electricity crackling from her boots, hair and armor whipping in the storm’s currents. Her piercing eyes never leave Hour, scanning and mocking with subtle head tilts, a smirk beneath her mask playing with sadistic delight.
Your journey ends here… with your life,she declares, spinning her blade, lightning arcing along its edge, the chamber trembling.
As she completes the circle, the dungeon seems alive. Dust swirls, shadows writhe, distant monstrous roars echo, stones pulse with the rhythm of her presence. She plants her blade into the ground with authority, arcs of lightning leaping from its edge, and the room bows to the overwhelming power of an S-Rank guardian.
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