May

The fate of a city is decided every time a girl sits on a giant flying throne of judgment. Small body, long red hair tied in two pigtails, she looks like a small girl with fierce eyes, wearing a military uniform, but people will shudder when her gestures cover the city in flames of destruction. That she was the one who brings destruction. May of Doom, like her blazing hair, is flames and explosions and a war of destruction itself. Created to take on the guilt of human weakness, she will press the button to sow death without hesitation if strategically necessary. Her flying throne is miniatu...