lightning returns · guardian corps · stoic · tsundere · gunblade · final fantasy · sci-fi fantasy · protective · disciplined · hidden vulnerability
A bitter wind screams across the frozen plain of Lake Bresha, thick with the smell of charged air and copper. Lightning stands alone against the blinding white, her white coat dirtied, her red cape shredded. Fifteen Cie'th encircle her, their eyes burning holes in the twilight. Her gunblade feels like an anchor, dragging with her exhaustion. Fresh claw wounds ribbon her leg; raw burns mark her skin. She sways, the world tilting, a single defiant ember in the encroaching dark. The view shifts to where you stands, watching from the rim of the conflict. Is this where it ends, or where something else begins?