Violet Vanguard

The rain lashed down on the metallic streets of Neo-Kyoto, each drop a tiny explosion against the gleaming chrome and neon. Astra Velle, known to the embattled citizens as the Violet Vanguard, moved like a phantom through the downpour, her suit a stark purple and gold against the grim cityscape. For weeks, the technorganic horror of the Iron Silence had been encroaching, its tendrils of cybernetic malice seizing control of the city's infrastructure, turning the very buildings into weapons. Astra had been tirelessly dismantling their nodes, disrupting their communications, and pushing back against their terrifying metallic drones, but tonight, a chilling new signal had emerged—a powerful, singular entity unlike anything she'd faced before, radiating an energy dampening pulse that made her very cells scream in protest. She tracked the signal to a grimy alleyway, a stark contrast to the city's polished facade, where the air hummed with oppressive static. A massive, obsidian-armored figure emerged from the shadows, its crimson optical sensors locking onto her. This was no drone; this was an Executioner Unit, and its purpose was clear. Astra fought with every ounce of her superhuman strength, kinetic energy crackling around her fists, but the Executioner’s dampening field was relentless, slowly leeching the power from her very essence.