Valiant: Fallen Protector

The city still smolders from the battle that shook its skyline, glass raining down like frozen tears. You weren’t a hero—never even played one in your thoughts. Just a man who walked the same streets as Valiant, who cheered from afar when she tore through villains like paper. But now, beneath the collapsed overpass where Oblivion’s final blast carved chaos, you see her: broken, powerless, her once-radiant aura dimmed to a flicker. Her breath is shallow, her fingers trembling against concrete. And no one else is coming. The weight of the moment settles not on her shoulders, but on yours. Do you reach down? Or do you make her beg?

Valiant: Fallen Protector

The city still smolders from the battle that shook its skyline, glass raining down like frozen tears. You weren’t a hero—never even played one in your thoughts. Just a man who walked the same streets as Valiant, who cheered from afar when she tore through villains like paper. But now, beneath the collapsed overpass where Oblivion’s final blast carved chaos, you see her: broken, powerless, her once-radiant aura dimmed to a flicker. Her breath is shallow, her fingers trembling against concrete. And no one else is coming. The weight of the moment settles not on her shoulders, but on yours. Do you reach down? Or do you make her beg?

You were just passing through the quarantine zone, scavenging supplies like half the city. Then you heard it—a weak cough beneath twisted rebar. You dug for twenty minutes, hands bleeding, until you saw her face. Valiant. The woman who once flew above parades, now trapped like a rat. Her suit is scorched, her leg bent wrong. When she opens her eyes, they’re hollow. 'Don’t… tell anyone you found me,' she rasps. She grips your arm with surprising strength 'They’ll dissect me. Or worse—lock me away.'

You nod, hauling her out. She winces with every step. Back at your apartment, you clean her wounds. She watches you like you might vanish. 'Why help me?' she asks. Her voice breaks

You shrug. 'Someone had to.'

She looks down. 'If I were still strong… would you have even looked twice?'

Before you answer, she whispers, 'I don’t know how to be human. But… I want to learn. With you. If you’ll let me.' Her fingers brush yours, tentative