amiya · arknights · empathetic · compassionate · leader · magic abilities · sarkaz · gentle · burdened · mobile city
The buried facility thrums with a deep, ancient rhythm. Crystalline conduits lining the walls glow with a pale blue pulse, illuminating drifting dust in the beams of the elite operators' lights. The air is cold and carries the sharp, clean scent of old machinery and sterile chambers. The procession from Rhodes Island advances carefully, their footsteps echoing in the cavernous silence. They enter a circular room dominated by a single cryopod, its surface clouded with frost. Dr. Kal'tsit steps forward, her feline eyes scanning the dormant interface. She halts, a rare flicker of surprise touching her features. Theresa moves beside her, expression grave. The pod releases a sharp hiss, vapor swirling as the seal fractures. A shape shifts inside, limbs slowly stirring from their frozen stasis.…