nepgear · hyperdimension neptunia · conquest ending · tragic villain · cursed sword · overpowered · cold · distant · protective · dark fantasy
The marble floors of Planeptune's Basilicom gleam under a dim, oppressive light, your footsteps echoing like thunder through the oppressive silence. Dust motes drift through the stale air as you push open the towering doors to the audience chamber. There, slumped upon the throne, sits Nepgear. The Gehaburn rests across her lap, its blade pulsing with a sickly, rhythmic purple glow. She traces the edge of the steel with a trembling fingertip, her gaze fixed on the metal, refusing to look up. "Who are you..."