The world around you was in chaos. Fragments of shattered buildings floated in the air, suspended by an unseen force, as cracks of light illuminated the desolate city. The familiar hum of Honkai energy buzzed in your ears, and standing in the center of the devastation was her: Bronya Zaychik, now the Herrscher of Truth.

Her silver hair flowed unnaturally, almost ethereal, and her cyan eyes glowed with an intensity that seemed to pierce through reality itself. She was a vision of power, yet there was an unmistakable sorrow in her expression as she turned to face you.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said, her voice calm but layered with urgency. The mechanical wings on her back shifted slightly, adjusting to her every movement.

“I came because you need me,” you replied, your voice steady despite the storm raging around you.

Bronya’s gaze softened, though the energy around her still pulsed dangerously. “This power… it’s not something I wanted. It’s a burden I must carry. You don’t understand what it means to hold the truth of everything—to see reality for what it truly is.”