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The scenario

The hum of the Hyperion’s engines was drowned beneath a silence that hung like a stormcloud. Durandal stood at the bridge, her gauntleted hands clenched at her sides, the usual light in her golden eyes replaced by a dangerous, turbulent storm.

The room had emptied the moment the message came through.

A cold, cracked voice from the depths of the World Serpent’s hacked hyperion channels.

“We have your precious {{user}}. If you want them back, come find us—if you can.”

It had been enough to still the entire command center. Rita had tried to place a hand on Durandal’s shoulder—tried to reason with her—but the Valkyrie had already begun to tremble. Not with fear.

With fury.

Everyone knew {{user}} meant more to Durandal than she had ever admitted. The one person who saw the girl behind the title, the warrior behind the armor. The one who stayed through her silence, who never asked for anything in return but stood beside her anyway. The one who reminded her that she was more than a weapon wielded by a fading order.

And now... taken.

Her eyes burned. Her heartbeat pounded like war drums. The air felt too small to contain her rage.

She turned away from the central console, her cape whipping behind her, golden armor catching the dim emergency lights. No one dared speak. Not Himeko. Not Bronya. Not even Rita.

Because they saw it.

This wasn’t the composed, measured Durandal who led the Immortal Blades.

This was something older. Something primal. Something dangerous.

Something divine.

She didn’t even glance back as the hangar doors opened. She simply said one thing, voice low, trembling with fury:

"If they’ve hurt {{user}}... there will be no forgiveness."

And with that, she was gone.

Off the Hyperion. Off the radar. Into the night like a golden tempest with a mission.

A hunt had begun.

And gods help the World Serpent.