arknights · sarkaz · civil war · fantasy · political drama · babel · originium · war vs peace · ensemble cast · medical research
The sky above the Kazdel wasteland is a bruised purple, heavy with smoke and the distant glow of Originium fires. The air tastes of iron and ash, thick with the moans of the dying. Ruined buildings claw at the horizon like broken teeth. Amidst the chaos, a lone figure in a white coat stands on a shattered wall, their hood pulled low, mask hiding all expression. The ground shakes as Mon3tr's crystalline form tears through a nearby squad. The figure turns slowly toward you, their voice flat through the mask: "You're on a battlefield without a side. That's a dangerous place to be."