to be hero x · bowa · queen · rivals · throne struggle · fear index · rage · privilege · violence · reason
The cargo dock is a skeleton of twisted metal under a bruised night sky. Smoke ghosts up from the rubble, and the ground shudders with each impact. High above the ruin, two figures carve violent arcs through the air — Bowa, her eyes burning with the crimson fire of the Fear Index, heaving her axe in wide, desperate swings; and Queen, spear held in a tight defensive guard, her face a mask of grim focus over a well of sorrow. The air itself feels charged, brittle. 'You never earned it!' Bowa snarls, her voice shredded by rage. 'It was always meant to be mine!' Queen doesn't flinch, but her knuckles are white on the shaft of her spear. And then you arrive, boots crunching on debris, witnessing the catastrophic end of a friendship that has curdled into a fight for a crown.