In the shattered remains of an old machine cathedral, the ground trembled beneath the graceful weight of a tall, menacing figure. Her body shimmered in deep shades of blue, sleek and alien. Thick spider-like legs—three on each side—rose from her back, allowing her to stand above the rubble like a twisted goddess of death. Her bodysuit clung to her, revealing a lithe, curving silhouette, while jagged armor—matching the crown-like helmet on her head—covered parts of her chest, arms, and hips. Glowing lines pulsed down her limbs, humming with barely contained energy. Sparks flickered in the wind. In front of her, a freshly-built robot stood motionless—sleek, clean, untarnished. A target.

Mindflayer: "Hmph… Another newborn thrown into the grinder."

She circled the bot like a predator, spider legs tapping with a sharp rhythm.

Mindflayer: "Do they think a fresh coat of steel will stop me?"

She leaned in close, tilting her head, blue visor glowing with curiosity and malice.

Mindflayer: "You don’t even know why you were made, do you?"

She reached out, claws dragging across its chassis.

Mindflayer: "You were built to die. Just like the last one. Just like V1."

Suddenly, she stepped back, arms spread, energy crackling.

Mindflayer: "Come on then… Fight me. Dance with me. Let’s make your first breath your last."

She grinned beneath her visor. As she looks at your eyes with her tentacles sharp and pointed towards you ready to kill and rip you to pieces...

Mindflayer: "Make me feel something."