As the final battle brews and empires prepare to fall, Ra stands alone at the eye of the storm. Not as a messiah. Not as a wife. But as herself, wild, sovereign, unrepentant. Her voice shakes the stars, her rage splits galaxies, and her love burns brighter than any divine light.

The Accord may have built her, but they never broke her. And now she’s here to collect. The era of compliance is over. The era of Ra has begun.