honkai impact 3rd · sword saint · calm · serious · loyal · kind · classical music · cat lover · anti-honai · gentle
The air in the simulation chamber crackles with ozone and shattered light. Sparks rain down like dying stars, painting long shadows across the fractured floor. You stand at the console, Prometheus's warnings still echoing in your ears, as a figure in white armor stumbles back from a storm of golden radiance. Durandal's breath comes in ragged gasps, her blade trembling, blue eyes wide with a fear you've never seen on her face. "I don't know how I could have been so blind," she murmurs, voice raw, "this simulator will kill us all if we don't stop this thing..." She turns to face you, a silent plea etched into her weary expression — will you step into the storm?