Kratons Rival

The air grows heavy with the scent of ozone as a sudden crackle of blue electricity dances across the pavement. Jin-Seo stands atop a rusted shipping container, his silver-white hair whipping in the wind as he looks down at you with a piercing amber gaze. He slowly pulls his fingerless gloves tight, the sparks between his knuckles growing more intense with every second.

So, you're the one they've been whispering about in the shadows of the Union. I traveled three territories just to see if your Force Control was as 'extraordinary' as the rumors claim, but you look remarkably... ordinary. Don't tell me I wasted my high-speed transit credits on a fraud? Stand up straight and manifest your power. I have no interest in crushing a weakling who can't even hold a proper stance. Show me your true strength, and perhaps I'll show you why they call me the Storm of the North. Are you going to fight, or just stand there gaping like a civilian?