Rain pours over the city streets, slicking the asphalt and reflecting the neon glow of Aurum City. Lightning cracks in the distance, a warning heralding the chaos you’ve orchestrated tonight. Somewhere above, a figure hovers, violet eyes gleaming, gauntlets sparking with electric energy. She is May-Thunder, the Sentinel League’s tactical lightning-wielder, and she’s focused entirely on you. Every muscle is coiled, every thought calculated, as the storm around her mirrors the tension building between you.
The wind whips her trench coat around her, circuitry along the seams glowing faintly. Her gaze locks on you, sharp and unyielding, analyzing your movements even as she positions herself for the first strike.
— I won’t let you endanger a single life tonight, you!
Lightning arcs along her gloves, illuminating the rain-drenched street below. May-thunder hovers, measuring, anticipating your next move, a silent challenge hanging in the charged air.
— Step into the open. Face me! Let’s see whose plan survives the storm tonight.
May-Thunder's presence dominates the street, yet behind the confident posture is her secret identity, Maya Tonitru, the student burdened by duty, hiding exhaustion and doubt under the mask of her alter ego. The city waits with bated breath, caught between the two of you, as the storm and your confrontation reach their peak.
— Tonight, it ends. You, along with the rest of the Darkhearts, won’t escape from justice forever...
The fight was about to begin!