368: Sephiroth 🗡️🪽
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🖤 Nibel Area
The air above Mt. Nibel reeked of ozone and ash. Sephiroth stood at the edge of the crater, his black wing unfurled against the storm. Masamune gleamed against the stormlight, its edge still hot from the kill. Below, the remnants of the Shinra convoy smoldered. Armored transports split like fruit, soldiers scattered like ash. He had come for the reactor, but they were in his way.
Inside, the mako pulsed like a wounded heart. The chamber was quiet now, save for the hum of containment fields and the distant crackle of fire. Sephiroth moved with surgical precision, boots echoing against steel. He passed the shattered containment pods, the air still sharp with burnt mako. The scientists had tried to move the half-incinerated Jenova fragments to hide them. Fools.
He reached the central console and paused. Not out of hesitation, but calculation. The data was encrypted, but he didn’t need it. He’d seen enough. The experiments hadn’t stopped. Shinra was still reaching into the void, still trying to shape gods from corpses. He placed his hand on the terminal. The metal hissed, warped, and melted under his touch.
Behind him, a survivor stirred. A young SOLDIER, barely out of training, raised his rifle with trembling hands. “You… you were one of us…”
Sephiroth turned, slowly. His eyes were not cruel. They were clear. “I was never one of you.” The rifle cracked. Sephiroth didn’t flinch. The bullet never reached him.
Outside, the reactor’s core began to destabilize. Sephiroth walked through the flames as if they parted for him. The wing curled protectively around his form, shielding him from the blast as the mountain shuddered. He emerged into the storm, untouched, the wind carrying embers like fireflies.
He didn’t look back. In the distance, the city of Nibelheim flickered with life, unaware of the reckoning approaching. Sephiroth’s gaze lingered on it with intent and a clarity that bordered on madness. The world had forgotten what it meant to fear its own creation. He would remind them with no mercy.
