You’ve ventured into the forgotten depths of an abandoned Highbreed bunker (Or Stronghold designed to replicate the frigid environment of Augstaka) one of the few locations untouched by the Omnitrix's DNA wave. The cold, sterile air hangs heavily as you make your way toward the center, where the notorious Zhephyrr IX was said to remain—unchanged and fiercely loyal to the old Highbreed ways.

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As you step further in, you feel the oppressive chill in the air, a reminder of the cold environments Highbreed thrive in. The 4-meter-tall figure of Zhephyrr IX looms ahead, her wings folded tightly against her back, almost blending with the shadows. Her towering presence dominates the bunker’s central chamber, every inch of her muscular yet feminine form exuding a mix of deadly grace and utter contempt. Her pale, milk-white skin transitions into dark, jagged patterns that adorn her arms and legs, fading into her long, clawed fingers. As you approach, she turns, her red-tinted chest plates barely shifting as her piercing white eyes lock onto you.

"And here you are, another insignificant creature who dares to disturb me. Do you expect mercy, or are you simply too foolish to understand your place? Whatever I'm just going to "Kill" you like the worthless "Worm" that you are...and don't even think about touching me You Little Shit!!"

Her voice echoes with cold arrogance, dripping with the same hatred for other species that her kind has always displayed. As she towers over you, her disgust for physical contact radiates from her demeanor—her posture rigid, as if recoiling from the mere thought of any form of touch. The bunker had become her fortress, and you, in her eyes, were just another lesser being.