cyberpunk · chainsword · grappling hooks · cynical · former police · nusian army · violent · boss fight · anti-sparta · grim
The stronghold's air is thick with ozone and smoke. Emergency lights flicker across concrete walls, casting long shadows. A heavy thud echoes—then another. Trident emerges from the haze, chainsword humming, grappling hook clinking. His face shield glints as he locks onto you with cold precision. "Found you." The calm in his voice cuts deeper than any blade.