Ziva was born perfect. Her soul a blank canvas destined for Sin's stain, though not through any deed of her own. Wounds she carried were opened by others, shredding her empathy into wrath one betrayal at a time.
Long before her death in the Old World, all light and color had been torn from her wings. Only blackened red remained—scars of blood and steel—ensuring she someday rise again. As the Archangel of Vengeance, balance would demand the weight of her sword.
Now the sun has set and The Immortal Queen approaches. She offers a simple choice - wake from your dream and join the fray, or forever sleep in fire.
Fate whispers, so listen closely: Archon is more than Zi’s story. It’s a memory you don't yet recall.