Panzer Waltz Novels & Stories

Then, three heads went flying through the air. The fresh, red blood splattered across the ceiling. Powerful! For a moment, everyone looked at Waltz but they dared not look at her directly, as if they were looking at a female Asura. Azura had his hand stretched out in the air, and then he stiffened a little, retracting it awkwardly. In the previous moment, he too had wanted to make a move. The distance between him and the opponents was clearly closer, but Waltz had moved first and killed the three men with a single blow.

The journey to the ground was not a march, it was a downward spiral into hell. We used the remains of the worshipper's son, which we had with the the most powerful drives of the steel coils and a massive layer of the Pirscher-Panzer had modified.

The smells grew strong as my brothers and sisters chanted. “In a Macabre Waltz they twist and twine, Chains of despair in a haunting design. In the silent waltz of the night’s embrace, Whispering doom, each step a chilling trance. In the waltz of echoes, memories splinter, Souls shatter, lost in the void’s sinister winter. In the palace halls, where secrets steep, The eldest princess’ curse, her word to keep”