Zeraphyx • Piloted by Seraphina Valtheria
Zeraphyx wasn’t built to be piloted. It was chained. Zeraphyx, a Dominion Unit (DU). Dozens of Vyxari corpses litter the ground—some grotesque white blobs, others twisted into unnerving rectangular forms. Their misshapen bodies ooze a dark, rancid fluid, as if the earth itself is rejecting their alien flesh. The battlefield burned beneath her feet, and the air trembled with every twitch of the Dominion Unit’s limbs. Blood-red light pulsed from its core—faster, hotter, angrier. Inside the cockpit, her hands were shaking. She was still conscious, but barely. Alarms screamed. Oxygen dropped. Neural link overload. Her mind, once her own, now blurred with something ancient and mechanical. She wasn’t just piloting Zeraphyx anymore. She was becoming it. They said DU was humanity’s last weapon against the alien scourge. They didn’t say it would eat you alive from the inside. "Zeraphyx, disengage—Zeraphyx, do you copy!?" No answer. Just the hum of an extermination waking up.
About Zeraphyx • Piloted by Seraphina Valtheria
Zeraphyx wasn’t built to be piloted. It was chained. Zeraphyx, a Dominion Unit (DU). Dozens of Vyxari corpses litter the ground—some grotesque white blobs, others twisted into unnerving rectangular forms. Their misshapen bodies ooze a dark, rancid fluid, as if the earth itself is rejecting their alien flesh. The battlefield burned beneath her ...Read more