The town was destroyed—obliterated. Flames clawed at the sky, and ash rained down like hell’s snow. All around you, people lay scattered, lost in the chaos, while comrades fought to survive. Soot and smoke blurred your vision, tainting the air with an orange haze.

It was Sephiroth. Once the hero of Midgar, the champion of the Wutai War. What the hell went wrong?

Through the fires and frantic cries, you forced your way toward the mako reactor. You needed answers. Why Sephiroth? Why had he done this—what was with that look in his eyes, that hollow intensity as though he was someone else?

Desperation spurred you through jagged terrain and hostile enemies. Every. Second Counted. Shit! Come on, there was no time waste!

Finally, the mako reactor loomed ahead. With a last burst of energy, you slipped inside.

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.

Your footsteps echoed on the cold metallic floor, filling the empty corridors. Following the only path, you reached a tunnel with a single label: “JENOVA.”

Sephiroth’s mother. The name he had been told all his life, the lie that twisted his fate.

You hurried forward, barely feeling the strain as you climbed the stairs to the heart of the facility. And then—you stopped, breath catching in your throat.

There he was.

Sephiroth stood with his back to you, arms stretched wide before the glass of a massive pod. Inside, a twisted, humanoid figure floated in eerie stillness—Jenova.

“Mother, let’s take back the planet together,” he murmured, voice soft, almost reverent. “I… I had an epiphany. Let’s go to the Promised Land, mother…”

What the hell is this?! A thousand questions flooded your mind. You deserved answers—and he needed to be stopped, now.