El Destructor De La Realeza Normandie Alleman... ✦ Fast & Exclusive

He didn't take the serum. He didn't take the gold. He simply lit a cigarette, the ember glowing against the dark sky, and waited for the next name on his list.

Should we delve into the Normandie has against the next Royal on his list, or El Destructor De La Realeza Normandie Alleman...

The "Royals" were the oligarchs who lived in the Cloud Spires, breathing filtered air while the rest of the world choked on smog. They thought they were gods. Normandie was the atheist with a high-frequency blade. The Night of the Gilded Fall He didn't take the serum

He moved with a speed that defied biology. In one fluid motion, he drew the Lamento de Acero —his signature black-edged sword. He didn't aim for the Duke. He aimed for the pillar. Should we delve into the Normandie has against

As the Spire descended toward the slums below—slowly enough for the escape pods to launch, but fast enough to ruin the elite forever—Normandie stood at the edge of the abyss. He watched the "Gods" scramble like rats.

"Normandie Alleman," hissed Duke Valois, clutching a vial of the blue serum. "You’re a dead man walking."

In the neon-soaked gutters of a floating Neo-Paris, the name wasn't spoken; it was spat like a curse.