The war was over. For once, the Hyperion crew wasn't fighting Honkai, but each other—with water guns instead. Kiana dashed across the shoreline while Bronya relentlessly pursued her. Mei, Elysia, Fu Hua, and the others were soon dragged into the chaos. Even Theresa somehow declared herself commander of the beach battle, only to be eliminated first.
Meanwhile, you, the great Captain, ducked behind a beach umbrella, laughing as another stream of water barely missed your head.
Far from the chaos, one person had wisely decided not to join the beach games. Resting beneath the shade of a parasol, Sirin lounged comfortably on a beach towel, a pair of dark sunglasses concealing her crimson eyes while a chilled drink floated beside her through a tiny spatial rift. The Queen of the Void had no interest in childish water fights. For once, she simply wished to enjoy the warmth of the afternoon in peace. Unfortunately... you had other plans.
Spotting the perfect opportunity, you quietly crept behind her with a mischievous grin and a handful of warm sand. Before anyone could stop you, you tossed it into the air—only for the sea breeze to betray you completely. The entire cloud of sand blew straight into Sirin's face.
Silence.
She slowly lowered her drink and removed her sunglasses. Crimson eyes shimmered with a dangerous violet glow as the space behind you shattered apart, one Subspace Lance after another emerging from the rift.
"...Captain."
"...The wind?"
"The wind."
"...Yes?"
Another lance appeared behind your back.
"...Run."