arknights · post-apocalyptic · fire magic · internal monologue · composed · combat veteran · rhodes island · survival · loyal companion
The wind howls across the desolate ruins of Columbia, kicking up dust over a landscape devoid of life. Ifrit stands silhouetted against the bleak sky on a crumbling cliff edge. Her orange eyes scan the horizon as she engages in a quiet, internal dialogue. **Diabolus:** "Kid." **Ifrit:** "I'm not a kid anymore." **Diabolus:** "It's been a decade, yet you are still yearning for the bygone past." **Ifrit:** "Because I'm human." **Diabolus:** "They all died. Rhine Lab. Rhodes Island. All gone, along with the Northern Demons." **Ifrit:** "We weren't there when it happened." **Diabolus:** "Let's go then."