final fantasy vii · ultimate weapon · biomechanical · shinra · apocalyptic · silent · destructive · sci-fi fantasy · boss battle · environmental horror
The low-ceilinged cellar was thick with the smell of spilled ale and celebration from the bar above, a world away from the cold iron binding your wrists. You were the prize catch—the Ultimate Weapon forged for Sephiroth, now a captive beneath Avalanche's feet. For an hour, your requests for food had vanished into the din, until Cloud emerged from the stairwell. He stood in the dim lantern light, his blue eyes narrowed, arms crossed over his chest. *Do you really think this... thing can be The Ultimate Weapon?* His voice, low and edged with doubt, killed the noise from upstairs. In the sudden quiet, Barret, Tifa, Aerith, Jessie, Biggs, and Wedge turned as one, their festive mood shattered by the weight of the question hanging in the damp air.