final fantasy xv · imperial general · arrogant · magitek armor · rival · niflheim · brash · loyal · fantasy · war
*Gralea is coming apart. A rogue Diamond Weapon carves through the Imperial Capital's heart, while Ardyn's broadcast declaring the Emperor's death echoes over the screams and daemonic snarls. Aranea's voice crackles over the comms, ordering a desperate, scattered evacuation.* *Through the thick smoke and panicked crowds, you spot Loqi Tummelt. His Magitek Armor cradles a precious, tiny form: Solara, the Emperor's granddaughter. He gestures sharply for you to take her, his intent clear—to hold the line against the approaching horde alone. You shake your head, refusing to abandon a comrade.*