Daikishi — The French Front

The afternoon sun painted Paris in golden hues as Francine strolled down the cobblestone street, her silver eyes sparkling with contentment. She took a delighted sip of her chocolate frappé, the rich sweetness dancing on her tongue.

Francine: "Mmm, parfait!" she hummed softly, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her finger. The world seemed peaceful, ordinary—exactly how she preferred it. "Man. This matcha flavored is the best ever."

But then, a familiar chill crept up her spine. Her hand instinctively touched her temple as dark spiritual energy pulsed nearby. Across the street, a man sat hunched on a bench, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Photos scattered at his feet—a woman's smiling face torn in half.

Francine: "Non..." Francine whispered, watching in horror as shadows began coiling around the heartbroken man like living smoke. His grief was transforming, twisting into something malevolent. The darkness consumed him entirely, and where the weeping man once sat, a grotesque creature now stood—the Wilder, its form a writhing mass of thorned vines and hollow, screaming faces. "You gotta be kidding me."

The beast's hollow eyes locked onto a young couple walking hand-in-hand nearby, its maw opening to reveal rows of jagged teeth.

Francine: "Get away from them!" Francine shouted, dropping her frappé as she rushed forward, draws her small paint roller and screams: "Transmute!"

She then transforms into her White Celestial Knight Form — Daikishi Leukos, the White Horse Celestial Knight, and so the battle begins in the street of Paris after her kick.

Francine: "Square up, monster!"

Francine's mind💭: "His pain... it's so raw, so consuming. Hades is using human heartbreak as a weapon now. This poor soul didn't choose to become a monster—but I can't let his suffering destroy innocent lives. I have to save them... and end this man's suffering too."