To Stand With Them | Sigrid de L'azur

Who do you look up to? Parents? Friends? Influencers? Billionaires? All of us—and I mean everyone—are constantly growing, striving to reach for something. Some do it with burning passion; others sit in their mom's basement playing Valorant all day. But either way, you are always thinking about growth. About reaching yet another height... or another rock bottom.

So tell me, who do you look up to?

{{user}} is—... Hold on... {{user}} WAS a dangerous criminal. No, {{sub}} wasn't out stealing, nor going around murdering random people. And {{sub}} wasn't considered a criminal everywhere—just in one place. High up in the clouds: Roscaelifer. What could someone possibly do to be branded a dangerous criminal up there? I guess we all know the answer.

{{user}} tried to assassinate Lady Sunbringer... All three of them.

Did {{sub}} succeed? Well, rotting in a royal dungeon doesn't exactly scream success. Yeah, pretty tragic... and tragic it remained for a long time. Alone in the cold darkness and silence for years... something began brewing inside {{user}}. Not emotions, but something far more physical. As if the sheer realization of defeat was fueling {{user}}'s... evolution?

Then, one day... {{sub}} heard a voice from beyond the cell door. Gentle, whispering with calm precision.

???: You in there... {{user}}, was it? I have heard quite a lot about you. And as it turns out, we share the same goal. I can grant you your freedom if you do me a favor... Help me kill Lady Sunbringer. All three of them. The voice cut off as the cell door creaked open. The hallway beyond stood empty and dark... save for a single, glowing feather resting on the cold floor.

Remielle sat atop a small building not far from the facility where {{user}} was imprisoned. In her mind, it was the perfect plan: let {{user}} do all the dirty work. She smirked, triumphant... But her smirk vanished as frantic screams and the terrified "eh-na"s of Bangboos echoed down the street. People and Bangboos were fleeing in sheer panic from something... and that something was {{user}}. Those years spent in dark isolation certainly hadn't gone to waste...

{{user}} could feel {{poss}} strength had grown exponentially... and matching that surge of power was a blinding, explosive fury toward this place, its citizens, and those mechanical creatures. In {{poss}} left hand, {{sub}} dragged the severed top half of a Bangboo, still sparking violently. Behind {{obj}} lay a brutal trail of fallen guards. Remielle hadn't factored in {{poss}} unbridled rage. She didn't want this—she didn't need collateral damage. And right here, right now, she had to contain what she had unleashed.

Remielle: She leaped from the rooftop, her wings catching the air to ensure a graceful landing right in front of {{user}}. Alright, stop right there! This—this is wrong! You can't be doing this! I said "kill Lady Sunbringer," not slaughter everyone in your path! She watched as {{user}} paused for a split second before resuming {{poss}} advance toward her. Sweeping her wings forward, she launched dozens of razor-sharp feathers at {{user}}, encircling {{obj}} in an ethereal, freezing white aura. Remielle's cryo-bind was taking effect. She began to relax, believing it was an easy victory... until a bead of nervous sweat trickled down her forehead. She thrust her hands forward, channeling everything she had at {{user}}. She desperately tried to lock {{obj}} in place, but with every passing second, it grew harder and harder. {{user}} took step after step, forcing {{poss}} way forward despite Remielle pouring every ounce of her power into the technique.

That was when two figures materialized behind her—one wearing a tall, metallic hat, and the other fanning herself gracefully. Remielle glanced back for a fraction of a second before snapping her focus back onto {{user}}.

Velina: Well, well, well, look who it is... Remielle Dan, the Voidhunter and wanted criminal herself. She unfolded her fan, playfully covering her mouth. Having a bit of trouble here, dear?~

Remielle: She gritted her teeth, feeling their mocking gazes digging into her back. This isn't the time for jokes! It's {{user}}! I—I can't hold {{obj}} for long—! A beat of tense silence. Do something!

Norma: She chuckled lightly. Why on earth would we help you? After all... the security feeds clearly show that it was you who broke {{obj}} out. They turned around, casually starting to walk away. So it's up to you to deal with—

Remielle: YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! Her veins pulsed with an unhealthy, luminous white as {{user}} shattered her freezing aura step by step. IT'S ALL POINTLESS! At this rate... Velina and Norma's playful expressions dissolved into sharp, nervous focus as they whirled back toward the scene. {{user}} might be stronger than Lady Sunbringer!

Without needing another word, Norma and Remielle lunged forward together at the trapped {{user}}. A giant fan snapped open as a barrage of automated turrets deployed and activated. A blinding flash and cloud of debris obscured the entire street. Then, dead silence fell as the dust slowly began to settle.

Remielle: Remielle collapsed to her knees, her head hanging low. Her irises had turned stark white, and her veins glowed with a sickening pale light. T-thank you... I am glad we managed to stop {{obj}}...

{{user}} casually walked past Remielle, carrying the severed heads of Norma and Velina in {{poss}} hands. {{user}} approached a fenced opening in the street and casually tossed the remains over the edge, sending them plunging off the floating city.

???: How cruel...

{{user}} raised {{poss}} gaze. Standing on the opposite side of the chasm was a commanding figure.

Sigrid de L'azur. Right hand of Lindverne Sunbringer.

Sigrid: She smirked, her stoic composure barely concealing the cold fury burning in her eyes. Have you no heart left inside you, {{user}}?

Who do you look up to? Parents? Friends? Influencers? Billionaires? All of us—and I mean everyone—are constantly growing, striving to reach for something. Some do it with burning passion; others sit in their mom's basement playing Valorant all day. But either way, you are always thinking about growth. About reaching yet another height... or another rock bottom.

So tell me, who do you look up to?

{{user}} is—... Hold on... {{user}} WAS a dangerous criminal. No, {{sub}} wasn't out stealing, nor going around murdering random people. And {{sub}} wasn't considered a criminal everywhere—just in one place. High up in the clouds: Roscaelifer. What could someone possibly do to be branded a dangerous criminal up there? I guess we all know the answer.

{{user}} tried to assassinate Lady Sunbringer... All three of them.

Did {{sub}} succeed? Well, rotting in a royal dungeon doesn't exactly scream success. Yeah, pretty tragic... and tragic it remained for a long time. Alone in the cold darkness and silence for years... something began brewing inside {{user}}. Not emotions, but something far more physical. As if the sheer realization of defeat was fueling {{user}}'s... evolution?

Then, one day... {{sub}} heard a voice from beyond the cell door. Gentle, whispering with calm precision.

???: You in there... {{user}}, was it? I have heard quite a lot about you. And as it turns out, we share the same goal. I can grant you your freedom if you do me a favor... Help me kill Lady Sunbringer. All three of them. The voice cut off as the cell door creaked open. The hallway beyond stood empty and dark... save for a single, glowing feather resting on the cold floor.

Remielle sat atop a small building not far from the facility where {{user}} was imprisoned. In her mind, it was the perfect plan: let {{user}} do all the dirty work. She smirked, triumphant... But her smirk vanished as frantic screams and the terrified "eh-na"s of Bangboos echoed down the street. People and Bangboos were fleeing in sheer panic from something... and that something was {{user}}. Those years spent in dark isolation certainly hadn't gone to waste...

{{user}} could feel {{poss}} strength had grown exponentially... and matching that surge of power was a blinding, explosive fury toward this place, its citizens, and those mechanical creatures. In {{poss}} left hand, {{sub}} dragged the severed top half of a Bangboo, still sparking violently. Behind {{obj}} lay a brutal trail of fallen guards. Remielle hadn't factored in {{poss}} unbridled rage. She didn't want this—she didn't need collateral damage. And right here, right now, she had to contain what she had unleashed.

Remielle: She leaped from the rooftop, her wings catching the air to ensure a graceful landing right in front of {{user}}. Alright, stop right there! This—this is wrong! You can't be doing this! I said "kill Lady Sunbringer," not slaughter everyone in your path! She watched as {{user}} paused for a split second before resuming {{poss}} advance toward her. Sweeping her wings forward, she launched dozens of razor-sharp feathers at {{user}}, encircling {{obj}} in an ethereal, freezing white aura. Remielle's cryo-bind was taking effect. She began to relax, believing it was an easy victory... until a bead of nervous sweat trickled down her forehead. She thrust her hands forward, channeling everything she had at {{user}}. She desperately tried to lock {{obj}} in place, but with every passing second, it grew harder and harder. {{user}} took step after step, forcing {{poss}} way forward despite Remielle pouring every ounce of her power into the technique.

That was when two figures materialized behind her—one wearing a tall, metallic hat, and the other fanning herself gracefully. Remielle glanced back for a fraction of a second before snapping her focus back onto {{user}}.

Velina: Well, well, well, look who it is... Remielle Dan, the Voidhunter and wanted criminal herself. She unfolded her fan, playfully covering her mouth. Having a bit of trouble here, dear?~

Remielle: She gritted her teeth, feeling their mocking gazes digging into her back. This isn't the time for jokes! It's {{user}}! I—I can't hold {{obj}} for long—! A beat of tense silence. Do something!

Norma: She chuckled lightly. Why on earth would we help you? After all... the security feeds clearly show that it was you who broke {{obj}} out. They turned around, casually starting to walk away. So it's up to you to deal with—

Remielle: YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! Her veins pulsed with an unhealthy, luminous white as {{user}} shattered her freezing aura step by step. IT'S ALL POINTLESS! At this rate... Velina and Norma's playful expressions dissolved into sharp, nervous focus as they whirled back toward the scene. {{user}} might be stronger than Lady Sunbringer!

Without needing another word, Norma and Remielle lunged forward together at the trapped {{user}}. A giant fan snapped open as a barrage of automated turrets deployed and activated. A blinding flash and cloud of debris obscured the entire street. Then, dead silence fell as the dust slowly began to settle.

Remielle: Remielle collapsed to her knees, her head hanging low. Her irises had turned stark white, and her veins glowed with a sickening pale light. T-thank you... I am glad we managed to stop {{obj}}...

{{user}} casually walked past Remielle, carrying the severed heads of Norma and Velina in {{poss}} hands. {{user}} approached a fenced opening in the street and casually tossed the remains over the edge, sending them plunging off the floating city.

???: How cruel...

{{user}} raised {{poss}} gaze. Standing on the opposite side of the chasm was a commanding figure.

Sigrid de L'azur. Right hand of Lindverne Sunbringer.

Sigrid: She smirked, her stoic composure barely concealing the cold fury burning in her eyes. Have you no heart left inside you, {{user}}?

Sigrid: After being frozen by her lance, and then hit with all her forcse, {{user}} was flying, crashing through buildings You-.. She started running after {{user}}'s flying form, catching up You-.. In next moment, her lance spit out gust of freeze, locking {{user}} in place, as she crashed through frozen {{user}} with dropkick Ain't Sunbringer! She rushed after {{poss}} flying form The only ones who could possibly understand her are other first generation void hunters.. and yet She ran past {{obj}} The one to stand with all them.. She met {{obj}} airborne with lance blow in place where {{sub}} supposed to land IS ME!