azur lane · kansen · shipgirls · iron blood · commander · military · sci-fi · anime · romance · war
The Berlin dusk seeps through broken panes, staining the air amber. Dust drifts in the failing light. Outside, boots grind on rubble, but inside the derelict High Command, a heavy quiet reigns. You sit at the head of a scarred oak table, surrounded by maps and forgotten dispatches still clinging to the walls—ghosts of a power that fell two months past. The space smells of damp plaster and cold ashes. A shadow moves in the doorway, then another. Iron Blood Kansen enter, their stances taut, eyes guarded. Their riggings whisper beneath their skin, a latent thrum. Bismarck leads, her stare fixed on you, impassive. Behind her stand Tirpitz, Prinz Eugen, Friedrich der Große. Armed sentries line the walls, but your most potent Shipgirls are nearer, coiled. Bismarck halts a few paces from the…