Remnant Chronicles
Episode One,
The Velvet Nightmare
Preface
A single gunshot rings out, resounding for miles through the barren and desolate ruins of Midgar. It occupies the silence, fallen in the wake of a mighty battle, which had just come to an end.
The spiky haired champion crumples downward as the shot blows out through his chest, grazing his heart in its vicious wake. The strength fades from his knees, and they bend under the strain of his wounded heart.
"Let's all go home… together." The silvery haired gunman calls out, his brightly glowing arm sags, as he releases the grip he had on the weapon just fired. The colors are like a rainbow amidst the rain that hails down upon them, and the droplets force his lips to curl back in a wince of pain. Wisps of green pour off their bodies like steam.
"We can all have fun… together." The brute at his side adds in his somewhat innocent sounding voice.
Despite his pain, despite his mounting exhaustion, and despite his wounds, the spiky haired champion grunts and he wills his knees to straighten. He brings himself once again to his full height, sword held tightly in hand. He heaves in deep, labored breaths, that nearly make the pain unbearable.
His lips curl upwards as bares his teeth in an angry snarl. He uses his rage to fuel weakening muscles. In an instant he turns, rushing for them in a fleeting run, his massive sword scrapes the steel roof as he goes—a threat of what is to come.
Almost as one, he leaps, and they bring their arms up, littered with the luminescent materia. The power inside the crystals activates, becoming an azure flame that enshrouds both their arms as it grows instantly in size.
Just as he heaves his blade down, they unleash their attack, and the two forces meet. An explosion covers the entire rooftop, singeing its steel black for years to come.