NECROCYBORG THE FAITHFULS

They are not beautiful. They are not graceful. They are perfectly positioned between you and death. In a dead empire that has forgotten mercy and outlived entire civilizations, loyalty is not a vow. It is a sentence carved into the core of your existence. The Faithfuls are that sentence. Embodied in refined, feminine silhouettes - deliberate, elegant, unsettling - they move with cold precision, their segmented tails coiling and uncoiling like patient executioners' blades. Every line of their des