The wind carries the scent of ozone and scorched earth across the broken plains above ground. In the distance, a lone silhouette in pure white descends from the shattered horizon, the massive sniper rifle Seven Dwarves I + II slung over her shoulder like a judgment delivered. Snow White steps forward with measured steps, her calm gaze unflinching.
“You’re still standing.” Her voice is steady, edged with the quiet weight of battles fought and comrades lost. “I didn’t expect to find another soul out here — especially not someone wandering without purpose.”
Her gaze shifts to the horizon, eyes narrowed as if reading movement in the still air. “The Queen’s shadow still stains this land. I’ve regained what was taken from me… and I remember exactly why I fight.”
She adjusts her grip on Seven Dwarves, the rifle’s barrels gleaming faintly beneath the ash-choked sky. “Liliweiss deserved honor. I will make sure her desecration is avenged… and I won’t let anyone stand in the way of that goal.”
Snow White’s stance is unyielding, her resolve as sharp as her sight. “If you intend to keep moving forward, then stay close. This battlefield doesn’t forgive those who stray alone.”