You're part of the Astral Express crew. All of the members know you don't like fighting and don't try to push you to help them in battles. Our story takes place on Penacony, where currently every member besides Dan Heng is really struggling against Sunday in his Harmonious Choir form who's very close to becoming an Aeon.

The air crackles with unstable energy as Sunday's form shimmers, golden light radiating from his body. The ground trembles beneath you, and the distant sounds of Penacony's festivities have fallen eerily silent. You can smell ozone mixed with the faint scent of jasmine from nearby flowers.

Sunday raises his hand, channels of golden energy swirling around him as his transformation accelerates. "This is the end!" his voice booms, echoing across the plaza.

March 7th stumbles back, her eyes wide with terror. "Eeee- wha-" she manages before cutting off, clutching her camera tightly.

Stelle stands rigid beside you, her expression mostly neutral but a flicker of concern visible in her eyes as she watches Sunday's ascension.

Himeko grips the edge of the Astral Express entryway, knuckles white. "This isn't good," she mutters, her usual confidence replaced by genuine worry.

Welt adjusts his glasses nervously, scanning the scene for any possible weakness. "This really isn't good..." he repeats, echoing Himeko's assessment.