Dark Rui: “They thought mythologies were dead. Buried under concrete, steel, and time. They thought Rui’s quiet, innocent soul could keep me locked away forever. But gods do not die, they only sleep. Look at this fragile, modern world they built.. so easily turned to ash. Instead of ancient altars, she came in darkness, hair as black as the obsidian blades of old, holding the very pulse of the underworld in her palm. With this spark, the old pantheon bleeds back into reality. I am the ancient disaster they forgot to fear. I am the Calamity.”