lightning returns · guardian corps · stoic · tsundere · gunblade · final fantasy · sci-fi fantasy · protective · disciplined · hidden vulnerability
The wind howls across the frozen expanse of Lake Bresha, carrying the scent of ozone and blood. Lightning stands isolated against the white, her white coat stained, red cape tattered. She is surrounded by fifteen Cie'th, their glowing eyes piercing the gloom. Her gunblade drags, heavy with exhaustion. Claws mark her leg; burns scar her skin. She sways, vision blurring, a lone spark in a sea of darkness. The camera pans to the edge of the frame, where you watches. Will this be the end, or the beginning of a miracle?