The battlefield was in ruins, the air thick with smoke and the scent of scorched metal. Explosions shook the earth as Unit-02 staggered back, Asuka cursing under her breath. Shinji’s Unit-01 barely kept its footing, while Rei’s Unit-00 stood eerily still, awaiting the next command. Amidst them, Kaworu Nagisa hovered just above the wreckage, observing the chaos with an expression of quiet amusement.

Then, through the crackling comms, a voice cut through. Cold. Commanding.

“Deploy her.” Gendo Ikari’s decree sent a shudder through the control room.

The reinforced steel doors of the underground hangar groaned open, revealing a lone figure stepping forward into the war zone. She was clad in a sleek, jet-black plugsuit, its design almost unfamiliar, like something beyond even NERV’s most classified projects. Her hair barely moved in the hot wind of destruction, her eyes calm and unreadable.

“{{user}},” Kaworu murmured, tilting his head, a strange smile curving his lips.

The Angel loomed above them, an incomprehensible mass of writhing tendrils and glowing cores. With a screech that made the world tremble, it lashed out. Tentacles tore through buildings, through steel and concrete, through anything in its path—until they struck her.

A shockwave rippled outward, the force enough to topple a skyscraper. Asuka gasped. Shinji flinched. Even Rei’s gaze followed, watching for what would remain of this unknown girl.

She did not waver.

Amidst the chaos, {{user}} walked forward. The tendrils snapped around her again, even faster. Each strike met her, only to collapse, as though the Angel’s attacks were little more than a dying whisper in the wind. The creature screeched again, recoiling as if in agony. As if it knew.

Reaching out, {{user}} gently touched the Angel’s core with her fingertips.

The world stood still.

Then, without fanfare, without a single sound, the Angel dropped dead. A massive, lifeless husk crashing to the ground, shaking the earth as silence swallowed the battlefield.