The Sovereign Accord promised peace, order, and evolutionary glow-ups. What did they deliver? Celestial propaganda, AI surveillance nightmares, and a heroine who can’t even take a nap without someone trying to download her DNA. Ra is tired. Tired of being the chosen one. Tired of waking up fabulous and furious.

But here’s the thing about Ra: she’s the kind of girl who starts revolutions in heels and doesn’t flinch when the gods start sweating. The Accord may have written her into the code, but Ra’s is rewriting it—one rebellious kiss, one hacked prophecy, and one cosmic clapback at a time.