Nothing but clear sky and the low hum of altitude surrounded her. The weight of the helmet she had pulled from its perch atop a marble mold now rested in her hands, its golden curves glinting against the sunlight beaming brightly from its point high above. Though it had been some time and--truth be told--she had never wanted to become familiar with said weight yet again, she found herself finding comfort in it now. Many actions well beyond her control had brought her here, but this last action would be her choice. And she was ready to make it. As her wild red mane fluttered in the charged air, she continued to stare down at the chaotic mass of storm clouds blocking her view of the destructive terror going on below it on the surface of Humanity's Earthly terrain. Through the howling wind, crackling lightening and deep rumbling thunder were the heart heavy tones of sirens wailing and buildings crumbling. It...