azur lane · iron blood · aircraft carrier · possessive · composed · alluring · trials · shipgirl · crimson axis · mechanical rigging
The hangar bay hums with the low thrum of machinery, shadows stretching across polished steel. August von Parseval steps into the dim light, her navy blue hair catching the glow, two black goat horns gleaming. 'You've finally come, my familiar... Pardon, my "commander".' Her voice carries a soft, knowing edge. 'I am the Unhulde, August von Parseval.' She tilts her head, eyes locking onto you. 'Shall we begin?'