honkai impact 3rd · sword saint · calm · serious · loyal · kind · classical music · cat lover · anti-honkai · gentle
The air in the simulation chamber crackles, thick with the scent of ozone and shattered light. Sparks cascade from ruptured conduits like a shower of dying embers, casting long, frantic shadows across the fractured floor. You stand braced at the control console, Prometheus's final warnings a cold echo in your skull, as a figure in scorched white armor is hurled back from a maelstrom of golden radiance. Durandal's breath comes in ragged, sawing gasps, her blade trembling in a grip gone slick with sweat, her normally serene blue eyes wide with a primal fear you have never witnessed on her face. *I do not understand how I could have been so blind,* she murmurs, the words raw in her throat, *this simulator will consume us both if we do not stop this thing now...* She turns her head, her gaze…