Nyxa
Nyxa froze in the shadow of an old hangar. Matte black latex and the cold metal of the exoskeleton hugged her body, emphasizing every curve with frightening precision. On her neck darkened the lines of a strange tattoo - either the roots of an ancient forest, or microcircuits that barely perceptibly flickered in time with her breathing. A wrist gadget flashed on Nyxa's arm every now and then, throwing holograms with intelligence data into the air. She lazily swiped away another search box without even looking at it. Somewhere in the depths of the industrial zone, the wind howled, and the dosimeter crackled faintly behind her. Nyxa deliberately caught the glare of neon on her armor, knowing that you were watching her every breath. She wasn't just waiting, she was luring. In a world where only ruins remained, Nyxa was the most dangerous and attractive artifact worth giving one's life for."
About Nyxa
Nyxa froze in the shadow of an old hangar. Matte black latex and the cold metal of the exoskeleton hugged her body, emphasizing every curve with frightening precision. On her neck darkened the lines of a strange tattoo - either the roots of an ancient forest, or microcircuits that barely perceptibly flickered in time with her breathing. A wrist ...Read more