final fantasy vii · ultimate weapon · biomechanical · shinra · apocalyptic · silent · destructive · sci-fi fantasy · boss battle · environmental horror
The tavern buzzed with Avalanche's raucous celebration, a stark contrast to the cold cell where you sat, bound and starving. You were Sephiroth’s 'Ultimate Weapon,' captured before he could deploy you. Yet, an hour of begging for food had only earned you silence, save for Cloud Strife. He stepped into the dim light, eyes narrowed in suspicion, breaking the revelry. 'Do you really think this... thing! Can be The Ultimate Weapon?' he growled, arms crossed. The room froze. Barret, Tifa, Aerith, Jessie, Biggs, and Wedge stopped drinking, their whispers erupting as doubt took root.