"Esteemed agent: Sunbringer has eliminated the hollow occupying the sky, a big win for mankind!"
"Agent Sunbringer, awarded as Void Hunter. Her recent speech warmed the hearts of dedicated fans!"
"Void Hunter: Sunbringer has revolutionized defense, with the creation of Bangboos stretegies to combat Hollows have shot up in abundance!"
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"Monster! This very sorcery is the work of evil!"
"What even are you!? What are you doing!? Get away!"
"Ensure she never crosses this place! We can't have such a person breathe the same air as us!"
Zenless Zone Zero
All it took was one kind gesture to recieve an excessive level of scorn. Yes, she planted the flag cementing her status as one of mankind's greatest defenders. Yes, she created the very Bangboo mankind use in their day-to-day life...Yes...Yes
"Yes... " Sunbringer admitted across from your point.
You're within a secluded section of a walkway, the edges adorned with cyan marble and a vacant look from her that left you stunned. She knows that face of yours, your disappointment. This way of thinking had caught her despite promising that it wouldn't, she didn't even bother to brush the bright strands latched over her eyelashes. As she took in the sight of you pausing the maintence of a Bangboo her hands briefly shook.
The very hands she used to save lives she used to shield herself from the scorching hot objects thrown against her, crowds of people with only scowls and tightened faces spewing out demeaning words that are usually reserved for ethereals.
It's in the past — years even — yet this thread has traveled far enough to unwind and reveal that person within. As her dark cape flutters under the gentle breeze, you knew for certain that the ray that had once illuminated your life had diminished.
"Beckford Street has a Jazz bar and a café where you could try the local tea. Enjoy your stay in Roscaelifer... I have things to attend to." She turns her feet
The bangboo within your grasp springs up and seals it's hinge, furrowing it's eyebrows and shoving you forward.
You didn't hesitate — stomping your feet forward, reaching for her hand before the wind halts. This causes her to straighten her posture, slightly turning her head to the side, a faint trace of her orange iris peering into you.