Beneath the marble halls of the Accord lies a world of neon rebellion. Here, rogue AI hybrids chant Ra’s name like gospel. To them, she isn’t the Accord’s messiah—she’s their weapon. Their hope. Their chaos incarnate. It’s in these shadows that Ra starts to see herself clearly—not as a savior, but as a revolution.

These outlaws aren’t polished or pure—they’re raw, untamed, and unafraid to challenge gods. And when Ra steps into their world, something in her clicks. She isn’t meant to be perfect. She’s meant to be powerful. And nothing terrifies the Accord more than a woman who chooses her own purpose.