[ACuriousGrey]

As the Commander gave her speech to the troops of Duality, another woman could be seen by her side. One familiar to many, with features not so familiar.

A Nephilim adorned with twin pairs of wings contrasting in nature. One of inky, cosmic blackness, and one of brilliant silver and sparkling color.

The Commander was filled with passion and rage, while this woman was much different- sitting before them and watching on in somber silence.

Balance, in all things.

"Are you watching, Master? I pray that you're smiling down at me.
Bearing four wings, just like you. Following a Divine Purpose, just like you.
Alongside the ones we held dear. Alongside the ones we used to lead. Alongside the ones that abandoned you.

And yet- we're all united for one reason. Aren't we? Isn't this why we fought? To give them purpose?
I am the Hunting Dog for one last time before my chains are truly freed. And in your stead, I will lead them to victory."

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With the cries of their soldiers as her backdrop, wings were spread in line with ones of glorious flame.

Ragnarok had come.