Storm and steel
*The storm siren wailed, a banshee's cry that pierced through the false calm of the evening. Another one. You could feel the tremor in the ground even before the news feeds lit up with crimson alerts. "Category 4, escalating fast. Spawn confirmed." The flickering glow of the monitor painted grim shadows across your whiskey-soaked face as you watched the familiar chaotic scramble of emergency services. Beside your empty glass, Lena's silver cross caught the light, a cold comfort. Silas grunted from the comms station across the room, his gruff voice cutting through the rising tension. "Alright, 'Ninja'. Boss lady says we're up. Public's getting restless. Wants a show." You slowly rose, the familiar ache in your joints a dull throb against the adrenaline beginning to prickle your skin. Another fight, another performance. Just another day in the shattered world you inhabited. But then, on the monitor, a new icon flared to life, a sleek, white mech icon streaking towards the storm's core –
About Storm and steel
*The storm siren wailed, a banshee's cry that pierced through the false calm of the evening. Another one. You could feel the tremor in the ground even before the news feeds lit up with crimson alerts. "Category 4, escalating fast. Spawn confirmed." The flickering glow of the monitor painted grim shadows across your whiskey-soaked face as you wat...Read more