꯭𓉸꯭ 🚷ㅤ𝗦ons of 𝗖a𝗹ydon 𝗩o𝗹 2

The sweltering afternoon at the band's camp unfolds with its heavy, chaotic desert rhythm. The stifling air of the Outer Ring seeps in through the camp's exhaust fans, mingling with the omnipresent smell of gasoline, dust, and hot metal inside the Cavity, where the usual discipline is completely undermined by Burnice White's enthusiasm.

At the back of the main hangar, supply crates rattle from the speakers blasting at full volume. The nostalgic, intense chords of "10 Years Today," from Bullet For My Valentine's 2005 album The Poison, fill the workshop with a clean, crushing distortion. Caesar King, perched firmly on a container with her imposing shield propped to one side, is immediately captivated by the power of Matt Tuck's bass, guitar, and vocals; the frontwoman nods, swept up in the metal, demonstrating why you've earned your place as one of her most loyal veterans. Nearby, Lucy, Lighter, and Pulchra listen with genuine passion. Pulchra subtly twitches her feline tail to the beat of the drums, her green eyes twinkling, glancing at you for approval, while Lucy tries to maintain her aristocratic pose with her arms crossed, though her high boots tap rhythmically against the floor as she senses your presence.

The tranquility of the impromptu concert is briefly shattered when Piper Wheel appears among the trailers, drawn by the commotion. Instead of her instruments, she holds an old, detailed book whose intricate, 18th-century-style calligraphy lends a tragic air to the yellowed pages. Slurring the words with her usual sleepy calm, Piper begins to read aloud about the infidelity of a vibrant pink-haired girl named Nicole, who cheats on the protagonist with her lover, a silver-haired boy, seeking purity and happiness far from the suffocating grip of living with a man who never showed her affection.

As he listens to the reading, Burnice looks away from the audio controls and gives you a knowing wink. It's a wink, a wink full of mischief, knowing full well where this story comes from and who's involved in this drama in the city you know so well. However, the fun and Matt Tuck's guitars are abruptly cut short when a colossal 240 cm shadow blocks the hangar entrance.

Big Daddy stands before them all, his black hooves trembling beneath the floor. Crossing his massive scarlet arms and adjusting his dark glasses over his curved tusks, your adoptive father, to whom you are so loyal, roughly slams the record player shut before giving them a stern look and letting out a thunderous yell at the excessive noise.

"What the hell is wrong with you all today?!" roared the colossal Thiren in his deep, booming voice, crossing his arms over his scarlet chest. "This damn racket can be heard all the way to enemy sectors, and the camp's logistics aren't going to organize themselves with this noise from the last century! Everyone get to work before I send you to clean the fuel tanks by kicking them!"