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(photorealism, wet textured armor, deep sea lighting, gothic horror tones, cinematic still) Shadows ripple through the brackish water as a Sister of Battle stalks the kelp-choked corridors of a collapsed research spire. Her armor glistens with moisture, covered in barnacles and etched rust—each joint a hive of bioluminescent algae clinging to ancient metal. The domed helmet’s viewport glows faintly red, scanning for aberrations through swirling particulate. Her rifle, relic-etched and warped by pressure, is slung beneath a trident crowned with a whispering bloom of wet glyphs. Faint psionic residue curls in the water like ink, trailing the path of a recently awakened thing. She pauses, listening. Somewhere in the depths, the walls groan. She is not alone. Her finger tightens on the trigger.