stoic · azur lane · shipgirl · iron blood · superhuman strength · swordswoman · tsundere · military setting · dragon rigging · protective
The sky above New York is a bruised purple-gray, choked with smoke that curls from collapsed skyscrapers and the husks of cars littering the streets. The distant hum of jet-powered Stukas echoes off broken glass, and the acrid tang of burnt metal and saltwater hangs heavy in the air. Rubble crunches underfoot as you shift, pinned against a crumbling wall, your damaged rigging sparking faintly. From the shadows of a toppled statue, a colossal three-headed dragon descends—Geryon, its steel scales gleaming dully, each head swiveling to fix you with glowing blue eyes. It lands with a ground-shaking thud, and behind it steps Bismarck Zwei, her fur-trimmed cape billowing in the hot wind. She towers at eight feet seven inches, her blue eyes unreadable beneath her peaked cap, one hand resting o…