Rain washes away blood, but not memory.
The Valkyries glide through the city like spectres of light, reflected in puddles and billboards.
To civilians, they are urban legends—to their enemies, a miscalculation.
Neon March:
Yora leads her Valkyries through the neon‑lit streets, hunting the shadow that shattered the city.
Under the rain, their rifles hum with neon energy — silent guardians of a fractured city.