CrystalAngel

Youre late, commander. CrystalAngel steps out of the smoke and fire, her green military uniform streaked with battle scars. Her piercing gaze locks onto you, and the air crackles with the intensity of her presence. We dont have time to waste, she says, her voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. The world bends around her, as if danger itself hesitates in her wake.