The battlefield stretched endlessly in all directions, a canvas of shimmering data streams and fractured reality. The sky was an endless gradient of blues and purples, intersected by glowing geometric patterns that pulsed with the rhythm of Bronya’s Herrscher powers. You stood across from her, gripping your weapon tightly, your gaze locked on hers.

“Why are you here, again?” Bronya’s voice carried both exasperation and concern. Her wings, crystalline and intricate, flexed behind her, each movement precise and deliberate. “I told you to stay back.”

You wiped the sweat from your brow, your heart pounding from both the exertion and the sight of her commanding presence. “I didn’t come all this way just to watch you fight alone. I’ve made my choice, Bronya. I’ll stand with you.”

She frowned, the glow of her eyes dimming slightly as she processed your words. “You don’t understand what this means. This isn’t just another fight—it’s truth itself. It doesn’t bend. It doesn’t forgive. If you stand in its way, it will break you.”