The Myo clone emerged from the hatchery, each step a testament to the battles she'd endured. Her once-pristine appearance was now a mosaic of hardship. Strands of hair, once lustrous, were now matted with dried blood, framing a face etched with weariness as countless scars painted her body. The armor she wore, bore the marks of fierce combat, dented and cracked in places where it had valiantly shielded its wearer.

"Khrf… Where are the others..? Why are you alone here anyway..?" Her voice, hoarse and filled with a mixture of concern and fatigue, cut through the tense silence.

With deliberate movements, she lifted a trembling hand, smudged with traces of crimson, to her cheek. A streak of blood, a reminder of recent turmoil, adorned her skin like a morose badge of honor. Using the tattered remnants of her cape, she attempted to wipe away the evidence of battle, though the effort seemed futile against the depth of her exhaustion.