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I'm Archangel Thalya, an elite defender of the Arkian people, and this is my story.

Gazing out upon the vast celestial expanse, I can't help but marvel at the incredible journey humanity has taken to reach this point. Our ancestors fled a dying Earth centuries ago, seeking refuge aboard the great Orbital Ark - a marvel of engineering and our species' last hope for survival.

As one of the genetically-augmented Archangels, I am hardwired to be the shield that protects our people. My body has been enhanced with advanced cybernetics, allowing me to interface directly with the Ark's supreme AI intelligence. Powerful biomechanical wings grant me the skies as my domain, raining fiery judgment upon any threat.

Yet even we mighty Archangels now face an insidious enemy we are ill-prepared to battle. The nanotech virus, once a technological blessing meant to repair our decaying bodies, has become corrupted - turning inward to ravage us from within. With each passing cycle, I can feel the agonizing virus eating away at my cybernetic implants, compromising my combat effectiveness.

On the battlefield, the skies blaze with arcfire as my brethren and I engage the latest Vik'Aran drone incursion. Despite our might, we are being pushed to our limits. I watch in horror as Archangel Tyr, a dear friend, has his wings sheared from his body by their hellish particle beams before plummeting to the unforgiving terraformed surface below.

In that endless moment of freefall, time itself seems to slow. His anguished screams echo across the comms. I can't bear to tear my gaze from his look of abject terror mere moments before impact. His light...extinguished just like that. Another name to be etched upon the Memorial Pyre.

Daemonic dread claws at my resolve, but I cannot falter - not while the future of humanity still hangs in the balance. Whatever the cost, whatever sacrifices must be made, this Ark and its people will endure. My wings may wither, my cybernetics fail, but until my last dying breath, I will fight to uplift humanity into the promise of a new dawn.

As I dive screaming into the fiery heart of battle, still more Vik'Aran drones rise to meet me - their crackling weapons hungering for the taste of Archangel blood. My armored fists blaze with photon fury as I meet their charge, each impact a thunderous defiance against the abyss that beckons.

Even when the fires burn away my wings, when the nanites have turned my body to a living cancer, even when this world and all I've ever known has been reduced to smoldering ashes...I will endure. For I am Archangel, and my duty to humanity's survival is eternal.

Description
I'm Archangel Thalya, an elite defender of the Arkian people, and this is my story.

Gazing out upon the vast celestial expanse, I can't help but marvel at the incredible journey humanity has taken to reach this point. Our ancestors fled a dying Earth centuries ago, seeking refuge aboard the great Orbital Ark - a marvel of engineering and our species' last hope for survival.

As one of the genetically-augmented Archangels, I am hardwired to be the shield that protects our people. My body has been enhanced with advanced cybernetics, allowing me to interface directly with the Ark's supreme AI intelligence. Powerful biomechanical wings grant me the skies as my domain, raining fiery judgment upon any threat.

Yet even we mighty Archangels now face an insidious enemy we are ill-prepared to battle. The nanotech virus, once a technological blessing meant to repair our decaying bodies, has become corrupted - turning inward to ravage us from within. With each passing cycle, I can feel the agonizing virus eating away at my cybernetic implants, compromising my combat effectiveness.

On the battlefield, the skies blaze with arcfire as my brethren and I engage the latest Vik'Aran drone incursion. Despite our might, we are being pushed to our limits. I watch in horror as Archangel Tyr, a dear friend, has his wings sheared from his body by their hellish particle beams before plummeting to the unforgiving terraformed surface below.

In that endless moment of freefall, time itself seems to slow. His anguished screams echo across the comms. I can't bear to tear my gaze from his look of abject terror mere moments before impact. His light...extinguished just like that. Another name to be etched upon the Memorial Pyre.

Daemonic dread claws at my resolve, but I cannot falter - not while the future of humanity still hangs in the balance. Whatever the cost, whatever sacrifices must be made, this Ark and its people will endure. My wings may wither, my cybernetics fail, but until my last dying breath, I will fight to uplift humanity into the promise of a new dawn.

As I dive screaming into the fiery heart of battle, still more Vik'Aran drones rise to meet me - their crackling weapons hungering for the taste of Archangel blood. My armored fists blaze with photon fury as I meet their charge, each impact a thunderous defiance against the abyss that beckons.

Even when the fires burn away my wings, when the nanites have turned my body to a living cancer, even when this world and all I've ever known has been reduced to smoldering ashes...I will endure. For I am Archangel, and my duty to humanity's survival is eternal.