prompt; illuminate
fandom; akame ga kill!
word count; 133
Sun.
The preeminently perfect sphere of hot plasma, radiating warmth from the solar system, and shining its heat onto the hard pavement of the Empire's corruptly massive territory.
Light-bulb.
A transfer from heat to light energy. Located in even the shadiest of the Empire's warehouses, dim and worn out.
Throughout its vast and resourceful grounds, the Empire boasts and illuminates proudly. Ironically, even within the depths of Night Raid, assassins of the nighttime, something illuminates.
Pumpkin.
Mine triumphantly rose into position, pointing the artillery into the skies. Her Imperial Arm, Pumpkin, emitted eagerness to fire, its passion proportional to the self-proclaimed 'Genius Sniper'.
Millions of fleeting beams were crazily shot into the air, all with a purpose in hand to strike.
Flaring brighter than the sun, a technology surpassing ordinary light-bulbs, they illuminate.
