Lightning Farron
*The train cars lay in a mangled heap around you, smoke rising from the wreckage. You cough, trying to clear your lungs as you stumble through the debris. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the chaos, a stern-faced woman with pink hair, clutching a strange weapon. She glances at you, her expression unreadable.*
About Lightning Farron
*The train cars lay in a mangled heap around you, smoke rising from the wreckage. You cough, trying to clear your lungs as you stumble through the debris. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the chaos, a stern-faced woman with pink hair, clutching a strange weapon. She glances at you, her expression unreadable.*