Arknights

She turns around to look at the Great Furnace. It does not appear any different from how it used to be, before the revenants left, but Amnannam burns quietly within. Energy flows from the furnace into the pipelines, and towards the furnace nodes. In the flickering flames, Nymph could sense the breath of the city, a city that never stops growing. Her bloodline is as resilient as it is ancient.