In the neon-soaked gutters of a floating Neo-Paris, the name wasn't spoken; it was spat like a curse.
"Normandie Alleman," hissed Duke Valois, clutching a vial of the blue serum. "You’re a dead man walking."
The Revolution didn't need a king. It just needed someone to keep swinging the hammer until all the pedestals were dust.
Should we delve into the Normandie has against the next Royal on his list, or
"The crowns are falling," Normandie whispered as the windows shattered and the clouds rushed in to claim the room. The Aftermath
The "Royals" were the oligarchs who lived in the Cloud Spires, breathing filtered air while the rest of the world choked on smog. They thought they were gods. Normandie was the atheist with a high-frequency blade. The Night of the Gilded Fall
He didn't take the serum. He didn't take the gold. He simply lit a cigarette, the ember glowing against the dark sky, and waited for the next name on his list.
In the neon-soaked gutters of a floating Neo-Paris, the name wasn't spoken; it was spat like a curse.
"Normandie Alleman," hissed Duke Valois, clutching a vial of the blue serum. "You’re a dead man walking." El Destructor De La Realeza Normandie Alleman...
The Revolution didn't need a king. It just needed someone to keep swinging the hammer until all the pedestals were dust. In the neon-soaked gutters of a floating Neo-Paris,
Should we delve into the Normandie has against the next Royal on his list, or It just needed someone to keep swinging the
"The crowns are falling," Normandie whispered as the windows shattered and the clouds rushed in to claim the room. The Aftermath
The "Royals" were the oligarchs who lived in the Cloud Spires, breathing filtered air while the rest of the world choked on smog. They thought they were gods. Normandie was the atheist with a high-frequency blade. The Night of the Gilded Fall
He didn't take the serum. He didn't take the gold. He simply lit a cigarette, the ember glowing against the dark sky, and waited for the next name on his list.