Raiden stood next to Aurora with a serious look on his face, befitting his role as the oldest of the Guardians. He cut a striking figure, his form encased in sleek plates of armor that gleamed with a power that seemed almost palpable. Each plate of his armor was meticulously crafted, adorned with intricate engravings that depicted the galaxies and constellations of the Middle Realm. The engravings pulsed with a faint, rhythmic glow, a testament to the energy contained within the armor.
A cloak of midnight billowed behind him, the fabric shifting and flowing as if it were woven from the very essence of the night sky. The cloak bore a sigil of his allegiance, a symbol that represented his unwavering loyalty to Hiroshi and his role as a protector. The sigil, embroidered in silver thread, stood out starkly against the dark fabric, catching the light and reflecting it in shimmering patterns.
