Overcome Everything [Open]

A crisis occurs. A war begins. Death becomes. A moon is scarred. Bodies are scattered into the empty void of space, and while the lunar object is restored... those lost are not. There were people involved in this event who put their lives forth for their causes, who wound up caught in a maelstrom far bigger than them. Cast by the wayside, and forgotten. People lost in the vast realm of space.

Kimiyo Miyake. Location: Fifty kilometers above Eastern Asia.

Status: Dead.

The dark-haired woman hasn't inhaled a breath of oxygen in half a year. Her heart had stopped, her blood had frozen, and her brain hadn't created a single thought for months on end. Due to the void chill of space's grasp, Kimiyo's body had been thrown into a state of stasis; iced. Her only company this entire time had been the scattered debris of the destroyed moon and the few remaining bodies of those whose fate were the same as hers. However... it was time for the woman's final judgment to approach now, as Earth's gravity finally became enough to pull her back down to the planet's surface. Her body began accelerating downwards...

A fire erupted around Kimiyo, burning away at the ice that encapsulated her. Yes, the re-entry through the atmosphere of the planet was going to be her final test. The ice barely lasted a few seconds before starting to burn away at her flesh. Yet, even a corpse of an individual this powerful was going to be hard to completely turn to dust. For, under some strange circumstances, Kimiyo's spirit still lied latent within the useless body using it as some sort of shelter. A small hope, kindled by the flames, as she shot through the clouds. Anyone who looked up could see it now; the trail of flames that tailed her body as she hurtled downwards, colored a crimson red and especially vibrant as a result of its source. A loud shriek carried for miles across, announcing her presence once more.

The fall lasted several minutes, but the trail never evaporated. Kimiyo would crash into the ground with a sound not unlike a thunderstrike, causing tremors throughout the ground. However, she was not as would be remembered: Within the crater she created was not a body whole but pitiable remains, not even a half of what she used to be. Her limbs were the first to have gone, ground to nubs by the re-entry. Most of her skin was absent as well, and her face was completely unrecognizable from a human's. There was no blood—her entire body had been cauterized and she appears more like a charred mass of meat...

But even still, a powerful spirit remained within that husk of hers. A spirit that, in this landscape, would undoubtedly attract the attention of Hollows. Small and large, the blackened creatures turned their head and began to move towards the remains of the Miyake. Her final fate would be decided here, in the coming moments, and yet all seemed hopeless. Alone, Kimiyo... if she could even be called that anymore... did not move an inch. The current situation was a countdown to a cruel end.