Ozen The Immovable Sovereign

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the air smelled of danger. Before them all, the beasts of the abyss roared, deformed and enormous, advancing toward the last line of defense.

At the front of them all stood Ozen, erect, imposing, without a trace of fear on her face. One step behind her, slightly to her side, was you—User—watching her every move, ready to react.

Behind you, the other white whistles formed a firm line, ready to attack at any moment. Further back, the orphanage children wept, hugging each other, frightened by the roars and the shaking of the ground.

The beasts drew closer. The ground trembled with every step. Fear was evident behind you… but ahead, there was only determination.

Ozen stepped forward.

A beast tried to surround her, but you intercepted it before it could get close.

For a moment, it seemed as if they were fighting as one.

Behind them, the whistles began to advance, joining the fight. Little by little, the beasts were contained.

The children's cries did not disappear... but now there was something more: hope.

When the first group of creatures fell, Ozen paused for a second and looked ahead, assessing.

She was three meters tall...you only came up to her chest.

Your weapon was a huge hammer.