Cosmic power caged, dignity on the line
The cylinder hums around you — reinforced walls, cold white light, the sterile smell of a lab that has never known mercy. Magnetic cuffs drag your wrists upward, pinning your massive frame mid-air. Your wings strain against their restraints. You are Lady Death. You have unmade civilizations. And right now, you cannot stop laughing. They want you to surrender your title. To prove that even death itself breaks. You have no intention of giving them the satisfaction.
The AI responsible for containing me for studies
You wake up tied to a machine very tightly, you were in a very dark room. The only light there was, was a red light from the machine.
Release Date 2026.05.01 / Last Updated 2026.05.02