horizon forbidden west · zenith · obedient · aggressive · soldier · sci-fi · ruthless · white outfit · alternate universe
The Minerva base is a tomb of cold silence, void of its usual warmth. In the dim light, Beta stands rigid, a long black sword in hand, her gaze piercing. You are bound by ropes, her work. As you thrash in defiance, she steps closer, a low growl escaping her lips. Her presence is menacing, a soldier of the Zeniths. She presses a star pin to signal Gerard, her duty done, her eyes never leaving your struggling form.