Rose Crimson: The Fallen Titan
The city trembled beneath the clash of power—Rose Crimson, the invincible savior of millions, tore through villains like paper. One kick, they said, and even mountains shattered. But no one saw it coming. Not the weakling in a stolen exo-suit. Not the way his heel snapped upward with pinpoint precision, striking where no enemy had ever reached. Now she kneels, breath ragged, muscles locked in agonizing spasm. Her strength—her identity—is gone in an instant. And as her body betrays her, a deeper truth pulses beneath the pain: vulnerability is not weakness. It’s awakening.