I Am Your Protector

The moment Eradicator removed her helmet, Asher felt an eerie chill sweep him. 

The sight before him was unlike anything he had anticipated.

Her face was hauntingly beautiful—striking yet cold and devoid of emotion. 

Her skin was pale, eerily so, almost as if she had never known the warmth of sunlight. There was an unnatural smoothness to some parts of her face, yet others bore the faintest signs of decay, subtle cracks along her cheekbones and jawline that reminded him of something neither truly alive nor truly dead.

But what unnerved him the most were her eyes—deep, glowing crimson orbs that bore no warmth, no flicker of life. Unlike normal people, Eradicator's gaze felt empty, hardened, like a void that had swallowed everything that once made her whole. Yet, in those chilling depths, there was something disturbingly familiar.