azur lane · northern parliament · shipboy · ice abilities · stoic · military setting · superhuman strength · russian accent · kansen · war against sirens
The Siberian shipyard is a world of white and steel. Snow falls in a steady, silent curtain, muffling the clang of distant hammers and the crunch of boots on frozen gravel. The drydock looms like a skeletal beast, its scaffolding encrusted with ice that glitters under the grey November sky. At the edge of the dock, two figures stand motionless—Sovetsky Soyuz, her icy scepter planted in the frost, and her sister Rossiya beside her. Between them, a Wisdom Cube pulses with an alien cold, its glow a blend of deep blue and pale white. Soyuz turns the cube over in her gloved hand, her breath pluming in the chill air. "A cube from the ice tundra," she murmurs, her voice flat, analytical. "What manner of Kansen will it birth?" The ship is complete now—a dark silhouette in the dock. Workers ha…