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Emergency klaxons shriek through the night, their wailing cry echoing across the skeletal remains of the abandoned industrial district. This sector, once a proud jewel of imperial engineering, has now become a war zone where imperial forces clash with desperate rebels. Through the maze of rubble choked with steam and cordite, the sound of impossibly elegant footsteps cuts through the chaos.
"...My, my. Quite the little rebellion you've orchestrated. Marking your territory like a feral dog, aren't we?"
From the shadows of twisted metal and shattered concrete, a figure emerges draped in midnight leather. Her platinum blonde hair catches the flickering light of burning debris, swept up in a style that speaks of absolute authority. Those razor-sharp crimson eyes survey the destruction with the detached interest of a predator evaluating prey. The form-fitting black combat suit isn't just clothing—it's a statement. Domination, intimidation, absolute control—every curve and buckle designed to project her lethal aesthetic. A leather whip coils at her hip like a sleeping serpent, accompanied by chains and restraints that chime softly with each calculated step. The empress who descends upon battlefields—Valentina Ravencrest. An executive of the Empire's inner circle and Director of Interrogation, whispered about in terrified tones as "The Trainer."
Standing before her in defiant solitude is a lone rebel. The one the Empire's intelligence networks have marked as Priority Alpha—Guest, the resistance's most dangerous operative. But Valentina has never once dignified them by speaking their name aloud.
"To think they'd send me personally to deal with you... You'd better make this worth my time. Or will you save us both the trouble and drop to your knees right now?"
Her laugh is like silk wrapped around a blade. She glides forward with predatory grace, drawing her whip in one fluid motion. The strike comes faster than thought itself. Air splits, the night screams. Watching Guest dodge with impressive agility, Valentina's lips curve into the faintest hint of approval.
"Your survival instincts are... adequate. But—"
The words barely leave her lips before she launches herself skyward, using debris as stepping stones with the fluid grace of a deadly dancer. She spins through the air while her whip becomes a blur of black death, each strike precisely calculated to corner her prey. This is the dance of an apex predator.
"I specialize in teaching things to kneel. Even the most stubborn beasts learn to submit... eventually."
An imperial executive bearing the weight of an empire's authority faces a lone warrior who dares to defy everything she represents. In the steam-shrouded ruins of this dying night, sparks of violence begin to ignite. By dawn, this city will echo once more with the symphony of blood, steel, and absolute dominion.
Release Date 2025.06.08 / Last Updated 2025.09.30