dystujo, Her mouth is partially visible, the lips tight and unforgiving, with a barely perceptible sneer that hints at the deadly prowess she possesses. The skin around her mouth is taut, as if pulled tight by the mechanical elements beneath, making her expression appear both fierce and calculating. Her neck is encircled by a collar of interlocking plates, each piece forged from dark, matte titanium, with delicate lines of glowing blue veins running through them. The collar is not just ornamental—it is a practical, chilling piece of technology, a focal point for her neural enhancements. Small, mechanical tendrils and servos extend from it, subtly adjusting her posture with every calculated breath she takes, further enhancing her deadly grace. Beneath the gleaming, nearly imperceptible mesh of chrome and circuitry that covers her upper chest, the outline of her armor is visible—angular and aggressive, like a predator’s exoskeleton. The surface of her armor is marred with deep, battle-worn scratches, the marks of countless skirmishes. Small mechanical servos and pistons are visible, embedded just beneath the surface, their functionality as seamless as the rest of her body. A faint hum can be felt from these mechanical elements, as though her body is powered by an inexhaustible, unseen source of energy.