Wild Assault Dev Log #43: New Valiant Profile Unlocked - "Snow Leopard" Anthea

[p]Hello, Valiants![/p][p]We know you've been wondering — what kind of warrior will join the battle next? Today, the wait is over! She's unique. She hails from the frozen north. She is — "Snow Leopard" Anthea.[/p][p]Her visual design (see attached) is finally confirmed! But more important than her appearance is her one-of-a-kind soul. We aim to tell not just the story of a powerful combat hero, but a tale of breaking chains and seeking warmth.[/p][p]Who is she? Where does she come from?[/p][p]The answers lie in the story below.[/p][hr][/hr][p]❄️ Act I: Steel Cradle[/p][p]In the perpetual night of Siberia, within a silver-domed structure bleeding eerie blue light,[/p][p]Anthea curled inside a -40°C tempered capsule, a faded code ring on her wrist reflecting “Polar Project-07”. It was her tenth birthday at the Arctic research institute—instead of a cake, half a frozen sausage lay in her bowl.[/p][p]Through the glass, she watched researchers inject a new anti-freeze serum into another “subject’s” veins—the instant his vessels ruptured, icy blossoms bloomed across the snow-white wall.[/p][p]“Time for neural endurance testing.” A cold command crackled over the intercom. Anthea instinctively arched her back, staggering up from the simulated blizzard. Three years of maintaining tactical poses in extreme cold had stripped her of a child’s warmth and expressions.[/p][p]🌑 Act II: The Visitor[/p][p]Thirteen days earlier, the Warsaw Pact technology exchange began. Young Hongying arrived at the frozen institute with her mother Lianhua.[/p][p]“There’s a little one here your age,”Lianhua whispered, stroking her daughter’s hair. Hongying’s frost-reddened face lit up: “Then I’ll definitely be her friend.”[/p][p]The stamina serum they brought, meant to heal soldiers, was secretly used to push Anthea’s body to its breaking point.[/p][p]🔌 Act III: Currents and Glimmers[/p][p]This was just another insignificant day. When the electric hum echoed like a lullaby, I instinctively clenched my teeth. Electrodes crawled down my spine like metal spiders—they’d long become part of me. Was this the 37th neural tolerance test? Or the 38th? The lab coats always said pain was a ladder to evolution, but when 100,000 volts seared through my chest, I didn’t even blink—just the perfect weapon they wanted.[/p][p]Through the tempered glass, I saw a face that didn’t belong. An Eastern girl with a rabbit hairclip peered from an air duct, her pupils glowing amber in the alarm lights, like “Snow Fox” (codename) executed last week. How ironic—I could smell the candy in her pocket, but couldn’t recall my last tear.[/p][p]CRACK![/p][p]The first axe blow struck. I stared at her disheveled hair, vibrant as a bird-of-paradise in the -40°C air. What was she doing? Why that “ugly” expression—the one the lab coats called weakness? Why try to smash the thick glass separating us?[/p][p]CRACK![/p][p]Snow shaken loose by the second blow spilled down her neck, overlapping with a memory from three years ago—a young researcher (Marquez) had worn the same expression when I deliberately sank during an ice lake test.[/p][p]CRACK![/p][p]The third blow shattered the glass. Shards arced through the frigid air like tiny meteors, scattering at my frost-covered feet…[/p][p]Backlit by crimson alarms, the girl who’d broken through the window glowed like a fairy-tale illustration crumpled by a blizzard. I tensed—was this another test? Then I saw her tear-streaked face, her bloodied hand reaching out: “Grab my hand.” My body moved on its own. Her grip held a warmth I’d never known—a feeling of safety. Somehow, moisture welled in my eyes, as if something frozen inside me had shattered with the glass.[/p][p]🍬 Act IV: Wolf Trails and Candy[/p][p]She dragged me through coal tunnels, the rusty air stinging our noses. When I instinctively licked ice from the walls, she startled me by shoving something into my mouth—an unfamiliar sweetness, sticky and metallic, blood and candy mingled.[/p][p]“You’re breathing too loud,” I said flatly, my ear against her thin back. Her racing heart signaled impending shock, but she suddenly squeezed my hand: “Only the dead don’t breathe, silly.” For the first time, I felt a smile tug my lips—my first joke.[/p][p]When pursuers’ boots thudded overhead, she shoved me into a coal pile. My tailbone hit a frozen crust of bread—some worker’s lost breakfast. She giggled, shaking ice from her lashes: “When we escape, I’ll buy you sugar-dusted pancakes.”[/p][p]…Later, they burst in. To protect her, I walked back to my cage. As the memory-erasure device’s blue light swallowed her pupils, I uttered my first clear question—not a scream, but a bewildered lament: “Why… must warm things… always be taken away?”[/p][p]🧊 Act V: Seven Years Later[/p][p]“All monitors disabled by low-temperature attacks, guards bear hook-claw wounds… Request Masked Corps intervention. No survivors—” The KGB agent’s transmission cut off. Chains whispered in the dark.[/p][p]When reinforcements breached the airlock, the security feed showed a silver-haired figure and words gouged into the ice wall:[/p][p]“Found you at last.”[/p][p]And tucked in her hair—half a rusted rabbit clip.[/p][p][/p][p]That's all for this week's log. Anthea's story is not just about vengeance and breaking free, but also a seven-year pursuit sparked by a single moment of warmth.[/p][p]So, Valiants, what are your thoughts? Given this past:[/p][p]What will her battlefield role be?[/p][p]What type of primary weapon will she favor?[/p][p]How will her skill kit reflect both her "Polar Predator" nature and "emotional awakening"?[/p][p]Share your theories and imagination in the comments—we’ll spotlight the most creative guesses from time to time! ✨[/p][p]Same time next week, Wild Assault Dev Log will continue the journey with you.[/p][p][/p][p]Combat Cat Studio[/p][p][/p][p][/p][p]X：https://x.com/WildAssaultGame[/p][p]Discord：https://discord.gg/WildAssault[/p][p][/p][p][/p][h3]Follow us on social media ⤵️[/h3]