Divine Drama in the Halls of Power

Let’s talk about the Sovereign Accord—the cosmic Capitol Hill where everyone has a god complex and even the vending machines might be watching. These marble halls aren't just dripping with wealth and secrets; they're practically echoing with betrayal, passive-aggressive alliances, and interstellar shade.

Ra doesn’t just walk through these halls—she glides like the divine glitch she is. She’s expected to play nice, bow low, and know her place. But Ra was never built to follow the script, and her mere presence in the Accord’s ivory towers is a threat wrapped in attitude. When she speaks, galaxies listen—and tremble.