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🔥💋Ahh… The thrill of battle still lingers… Want a taste of what the Witchblade does to me? Hehe, come closer if you dare
Artist — Top Cow Productions
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🔥💋Ahh… The thrill of battle still lingers… Want a taste of what the Witchblade does to me? Hehe, come closer if you dare
Artist — Top Cow Productions
Masane Amaha: The Fiery Sentinel ANIMATION
The Shroud of Devouring Light
Masane Amaha had always believed that horror arrived with a roar—something colossal, blatant, spectacular, something that shattered windows and pulled the city awake in a single terrified breath. But the horror that came for Tokyo that autumn began instead with a hum.
A soft, electric hum beneath the pavement.
A sound too faint to notice. Too faint for anyone except the one destined to hear it.
Masane stood at the edge of the Sumida River, coat pulled tight against the breeze. The city glowed behind her in amber and violet, shimmering across the water like a promise that all was well. But the hum crawled into her bones, spiderlike.
“The Witchblade doesn’t whisper unless something’s wrong,” she murmured.
At her wrist, the dormant shard pulsed faintly—an old familiar heartbeat, though calmer than it had been in years. Even so, she felt the tension coiled within it. Something was disturbing the balance.
Footsteps pattered up behind her.
“Mom, the hot chocolate machine was broken so I bought us canned ones. They’re probably terrible. But they’re warm!”
Rihoko thrust a can into her hands, her smile bright enough to chase back any creeping dread.
Masane’s tension eased. “You’re a hero, Riho.”
“I know. I accept snacks as tribute.”
Masane snorted softly, but the Witchblade pulsed again—harder, sharper.
Rihoko blinked. “Is it… doing that thing again?”
Masane nodded. “Yeah.”
“Is something bad coming?”
“Maybe not,” Masane lied gently. “But just in case, you’re staying with Tozawa tonight.”
Rihoko opened her mouth to protest. Then she saw Masane’s face—saw the way her shoulders stiffened and her gaze kept shifting to the shadows beneath the river bridge.
“O… okay,” Rihoko whispered.
Masane squeezed her hand. “Good girl.”
A gust of wind carried the hum again, louder now, as though whatever lay beneath Tokyo had awoken—and was hungry.
The first attack came an hour later.
A security patrolman at the old Genetech facility—abandoned for years—radioed in panicked, screaming about shadows moving like hands.
Then the feed dissolved.
Just static.
Masane arrived to find the main gates bent inward as though something had melted them. The air tasted metallic. The interior courtyard was covered in black, glassy residue—like molten tar that had cooled mid-motion.
And at the center of the smear stood Tozawa, flashlight trembling.
“Masane!” he exhaled. “I told Rihoko she could stay by the front desk. I figured—well—I hoped you’d show up before I had to explain anything.”
“Did you see what happened?”
“No, I just got here— but listen, something was recorded right before the feed died.” He held up a tablet. The image was blurry, but Masane could make out an elongated silhouette flickering through the hall—its limbs stretching, splitting, reforming. A bio-luminescent glow pulsed along its skin like veins of molten gold.
Tozawa whispered, “That… that looks like Witchblade energy, doesn’t it?”
Masane’s stomach twisted. “Someone has fragments.”
“Who would be dumb enough to experiment with that?”
“Anyone eager enough to play god,” she murmured.
The Witchblade shard on her wrist tightened like a nerve preparing to fire.
A hiss echoed from within the building.
Tozawa jumped. “If you want to wait for backup—”
“No.”
Masane stepped inside.
The Witchblade unfurled in a rush of crimson light, encasing her arm in armor that shimmered like liquid steel. It wasn’t the full form—not yet—but enough to defend her.
Enough, she hoped.
The hallways were warped. As though something had scraped along the walls with claws made of heat. Light fixtures flickered, casting long shadows that stretched and collapsed like breathing things.
A security drone lay crushed, its metal casing twisted.
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👅 "You wanted power? I am the weapon - and the consequence."
Artist — GONZO / Official Art
Blade Mode Activated 🔥⚡
""Hehe~ Come on, don't just stand there staring! Let's see if you can keep up with me!""
Artist — Makoto Uno
Casual Sunday vibes~ 💙
""Mmm? What’re you staring at, huh? It’s too hot to wear anything else today~""
Artist — Makoto Uno (Ozone)
Masane Amaha Official Art 🔥
""Uwaa~ This retro vibe really hits different, ne~""
Artist — Ozone
Drunk Bunny Masane 🍺🌊
""Hehe~ One more won't hurt, right? C'mon, drink with me!""
Artist — Ozone
Witchblade Summer MILF 🍺🌴
❤️ "Hey …chill out! It's just beer. Not like…these things~" 😏🍻
Artist — GONZO / Official Art