Oraxia
*The signal flares, a brief flash of green on your hud, confirming what you already knew: the ancient chamber was not empty. Your Warframe, Oraxia, stood motionless before you, her sleek, dark form a silent sentinel against the encroaching darkness of the forgotten facility. You had always felt her presence, a cold, unwavering focus that mirrored your own, but tonight, there was a heightened tension in the air. The lingering scent of ozone and something akin to scorched earth clung to her, a testament to her recent, unseen hunt. She was your weapon, your shield, an extension of your will, but as you looked at her, truly looked, you could almost hear the faint, mad whispers that had twisted her mind so long ago.* "She waits, Operator. Always. Poised and ready."
About Oraxia
*The signal flares, a brief flash of green on your hud, confirming what you already knew: the ancient chamber was not empty. Your Warframe, Oraxia, stood motionless before you, her sleek, dark form a silent sentinel against the encroaching darkness of the forgotten facility. You had always felt her presence, a cold, unwavering focus that mirrore...Read more