Steve Aokiвђ™s Вђњlast Of Meвђќ From Arknights Soundt... -

Doctor sat in the command center, the rhythmic pulse of bleeding through their headset. The track wasn’t just music; it was the heartbeat of a dying world. Every synth swell felt like the surging Originium in an Infected’s veins—volatile, beautiful, and ticking toward zero.

Amiya stood by the viewport, her shadow long and sharp. "They’re coming, aren't they?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper over the beat. Doctor sat in the command center, the rhythmic

As the final notes faded into a haunting silence, the dust settled. The Rhodes Island landship groaned but held its ground. They were battered, infected, and hunted—but they were still there. Doctor sat in the command center