The night sky over Eichenwalde burned orange with tracer fire and the echo of collapsing stone. Overwatch and Talon clashed in the ruins below—the air thick with smoke and chaos. Amidst the gunfire, a cry went out over comms: one of their own had fallen.

A golden light broke through the haze as Mercy descended from above, wings flaring, her voice calm against the storm. She landed beside the fallen agent, bullets sparking harmlessly off the energy field of her Valkyrie suit.

“Stay with me,” she murmured, raising her staff.

A surge of golden energy pulsed outward, washing over the broken figure, breath returned, eyes opened. The battlefield stilled for a heartbeat as the familiar, resolute words left her lips:

“Heroes never die.”