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Custom created piece inspired by H.R. Giger.

Although taking the appearance, she was neither human nor machine.

Entering on her own accord, she drew closer to the inner chamber - the ground cold, damp, and the air thick.

A low vibrational hum filled her ears.

It was time.

She obeyed Their commands and lay on her back.

Her limbs go numb and both eyes disappear. Metal fills her mouth, and a slow heat burns her from the inside out.

The Ancient Ones watch the ritual take place again - a mutation perfected over eons. Breathing in wait.

Failure to restore the Old Ways would bring a new age of war.