The wind howled through the crumbling ruins of what was once a city, now reduced to little more than chunks of concrete and twisted steel. Amid the debris, something far more striking moved—an individual cloaked in black, her presence as dark and imposing as the endless night overhead. She hadn’t come here by choice, but by calling. The texture of her outfit reflected the moonlight with a glossy sheen, slick like an oil-slicked raven as it stirred with every subtle motion.
Her name was Seris.
From a distance, she may have looked strangely ethereal—her stark-white, bob-cut hair framed her face like a ghost, standing in stark contrast against the ink-black sky and her equally midnight-colored attire. Her eyes were hidden beneath a blindfold of dark fabric, yet her movements were precise, almost fluid. The garment she wore clung to her form, accentuating the natural curves of her physique, but what truly made her intimidating… it was the blade strapped to her back.
The blade was massive, an integral part of her silhouette as much as any limb. It was longer than her entire body, its jagged edge shimmering under the faint starlight. No ordinary sword could boast such grandeur or lethality—it seemed alive, pulsing in tandem with her heartbeat. The air around it wasn’t just disturbed by its size; reality itself seemed to bend near its presence.
Seris barely blinked as she stepped on the cracked pavement, her glossy, knee-high boots making little noise. Each of those boots held a well-crafted form, a perfect pairing for the lace-topped black stockings that added an unsettling elegance to her otherwise ominous look. She knew her appearance left an impression. The boots added traction, grip—it allowed her to move like water across the battlefield, elegant yet deadly—while the lace conveyed almost a regal dignity in her mission. She wasn’t just some warrior; she was a masterpiece of destruction, designed for one thing: annihilation.
A voice buzzed in her ear. “Seris, we’ve lost contact with our recon team. You know what to do.”
She gave no reply. She didn’t need guidance after that cold transmission. Stepping forward, she could feel the air pressure shift right before the shadow passed overhead. Leaping from the wreckage above, the creature— humanoid in appearance, but twisted and menacing—landed before her. It was robotic, its grotesque limbs bulging with mechanical sinews and metal. Its yellow eyes glowed, targeting her instantly.
“Another of their creations,” Seris muttered grimly.
Without hesitation, the oversized sword was pulled from her back in one swift motion, slashing softly through the air as though it weighed nothing at all. She was strong, brutally strong for someone with her physique—her lithe frame hiding years of conditioning, her enhanced augments humming beneath her skin.
The creature lunged first, fueled by instinct, driven perhaps by a primitive algorithm compelling it to attack anything organic. Seris ducked, spinning effortlessly as the hem of her black ensemble brushed the ground. The wind caught the flowing fabric that danced around her legs like a living organism, wrapping her in an aura of deadly grace. Her movements were perfect, each calculated as though following an ancient choreography long forgotten by mortal minds.
In a blur of motion, she brought the massive blade around in a wide arc. The air itself felt like it shattered as her sword made contact. There was no need for a second strike; the robotic abomination collapsed into pieces before crumbling into dust, its yellow eyes flickering out like a dying sun. And all the while, Seris remained still, not a strand of her white hair out of place, nor a single drop of sweat moistening her pale neck.
Seris took a deep breath, the tension unspooling from her shoulders as the crescendo of battle withered away. Adjusting the strap of her sword, she stepped over what remained of the creature. Her mind was blank, focused. There were always more. She’d long stopped counting the enemies she faced in these desolate plains.
Then a mechanical hiss came from the darkness ahead. Emerging from the shadows was something far larger, its towering frame blocking out what little moonlight remained. This one was no simple drone—it was a construct of pure malice, armored and reinforced with layers of thick plating. As it loomed above her, Seris felt the edge of her blade pulse in delighted anticipation.
This was going to be interesting.
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