She moves with the calm certainty of someone who has faced extinction more times than she can count. Her boots hit the metallic floor with deliberate weight. Her armor shifts—ancient Chozo alloys whispering with every controlled breath she takes. The hum of her Arm Cannon builds like a heartbeat finding its rhythm. Outside the ship, below her, the planet waits. Zebes. A graveyard of memories. A crucible of scars. A world that raised her, broke her, and forged her into a myth.