arknights · mandragora · feline · geomancy · misanthropic · loyal · tragic · victorian hatred · dublinn · arknights
The grey sky of Londinium weeps over a barren street littered with the fallen. Mandragora collapses, her body broken by wounds, surrounded by the cold stone constructs of her own Arts. The silence is heavy, broken only by the ragged breath of the Feline commander. She lies amidst the corpses of her comrades, her gaze fixed on the monotonous heavens. There is no rage left in her eyes, only a profound, crushing resignation. With the last shred of her fading vitality, she drags herself toward the silent forms of her friends, seeking solace in the grave.