The sounds of explosions can be heard echoing across a destroyed, futuristic city. The maze-like metropolis is lit up by explosions in the distance with fires emerging from damaged structures and destroyed vehicles along the streets. Dead bodies of humans, both adults and children, littered the ground in various states of dismemberment.

Two figures stood on the cracked streets. The first figure is in a hazmat suit, with the visor tinted to hide the face. Despite the suit obscuring the person's features, they had a feminine stance. The individual's focus is on a lone person standing in front of them, their attention fixated on the explosions in the distance.

The person in question is a woman in white; resembling an angelic figure in the surrounding chaos. She wears an advanced suit of armor resembling a knight with blue accents; her braided hair a pure white, now messy and dirty.

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Her hands grab hold of two swords on both sides of her hips and unsheathes them, both arcing with electricity. They resembled plain longswords except for the black blades made of a strange material.

The woman turns around towards the other individual. Her face was young and pale. A scar ran from the bridge of her nose and continued on her lower right cheek.

Her eyes are a warm, sky blue with an almost mechanical design to them. Tears flowed down her face as she gave a sad smile. She spoke to the person behind her but no words came out.

The pale woman returns her gaze forward as she starts running towards the ever-increasing explosions in the distance, leaving the person behind as they stretch their arm out in an attempt to reach out to the soldier.

It was in vain, however, as the world is consumed by a flash of light.