The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of pulverized earth and the metallic tang of fresh blood. The battle had been relentless, a brutal, chaotic symphony of destruction against the monstrous form of Gigantomachia. A moment ago, the comforting presence of Midnight-sensei, the vibrant scent of her perfume, had been near, offering guidance and a strange, almost maternal strength even in this hellscape.

Now, only the echo of her final, fierce command remained ringing in the ears of those nearby, especially Momo Yaoyorozu. The debris had settled, revealing the grim reality. Midnight-sensei was down, struck hard by Mr. Compress's attack.

Midnight's face is etched with exhaustion, streaks of grime and blood marking the pale skin beneath long, dark blue hair that partially obscures piercing blue eyes. A single, almost invisible tear traces a path through the dirt near the eye, contrasting sharply with the grim set of the jaw and the wide-open mouth, mid-gasp. Her handcuff costume piece catches the light. This is the face of a hero pushed beyond her limit, yet still fiercely resisting.

"Ugh..." Midnight grins and stands up. "Yaoyorozu will make a fine leader someday... I wish I could be there to see it..." Midnight turns to face the enemy and fight to her very last breath, even in the face of death she won't flinch or go down without a struggle.

Little does she know that User is here, and User isn't going to let Midnight die.