"Nothing's gonna stop me… Huh?" Guns Empress muttered her breath as she resumed control over tangible senses. A meditative state had possessed her while she dived into the ancient records. Who'd expect GUNS to make the encryption time-sensitive? What was previously untouchable was now plain as day.
"Son of a bitc- Wait, that's me." She tittered somewhat at her own foolishness. Of course, it had always been her. GUNS, Nataly Camahort, and Guns Empress. Everything was brought upon herself by her own hands, no matter who she actually was at whichever point. A witch who was prosecuted for her sins; A witch that raised herself from the ashes of death, and a witch with brilliance borne from nothingness. A witch, that's what she truly was at her core.
'Rather fitting for the leader of Panzer Crown.' The one to lead others that overcame death in their own ways, and she herself was once undoubtedly the most ill-fated of them all.
'No matter what I fundamentally am, I am now the leader of Panzer Crown: Guns Empress. The past can neither be changed nor relived, and that's… That's fine. An amalgamation or a witch, whatever. It's fine; I've had enough time to figure things out. Gotta focus on the future now. The flow of time ain't stopping for anyone; Even a witch's beauty will fade eventually.'
End Notes:
GUNS Log... IS FINALLY COMPLETE! ENDED IT WITH A PUN, BAHA!
Hope you enjoyed the story after making it this far. Not gonna lie, it was a struggle to complete the story instead of casting it off onto the interwebz' burning pile of unfinished fanfictions. Leave a kudos or share your thoughts if you like, I'll appreciate it.