“When ancient myth takes hold of the technologies of tomorrow, the boundary between a virtual dream and a real hell ceases to exist.” Beneath the storm-swept, smoke-choked skies of 2026, an eternal figure of folklore nightmare finds its most terrifying incarnation. Tattered robes, worn by time and steeped in ash, billow wildly in the gale, while her eyes remain sealed behind an impenetrable virtual reality headset. In place of a traditional mortar or broomstick flies a heavy armored drone, its mechanical roar rivaled only by her own triumphant, unbridled howl. The rotor blades—forged like the curved scythes of old—are slick with blood, while munitions drop from an open hatch onto the burning landscape far below. Clutching a flight joystick in her withered hand, this ancient priestess of chaos plays her deadly game. To her, it is merely a virtual simulation; to the world beneath, it is the absolute and merciless end.