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Horizon: Zero Dawn - A Screenshot Showcase

 

Walking the sunlit path

The city of Meridian, from a distance

Carja soldiers stand guard at Meridian

Hanging on from the head of a Tallneck

Taking in the vastness of the snow covered terrain

Aloy tries to do a one-leg stand from a point where trees are reduced to dark lines protruding out of the fog

Quite a place to show off her tightrope skills

Scary how much she trusts the rope

Surrounded with fog, Aloy looks on as a mysterious colour floats in the lake

Fascinating northern lights in Horizon's skies

A bit of rest for the mount and rider before the sprint

Aloy gazes at the distant lands from a Meridian balustrade

Aloy, donning a Banuk Ice Hunter outfit

Carja priests pray for the departed

Riding a machine into the city of Meridian

Cold mist sweeps over the mountains lying ahead

Travelled this far, with a long way still to go

The volcanic eruption in the distance gives the snow a pleasant, pink hue

Watching the dry and rusted ruins from a distance

Scrounging amidst the ruins

Strong satellite dishes of yore have completely fallen apart

The sun prepares to set as fog envelops the land below

An imposing cliff stands in Aloy's path

An interesting landform reminiscent of terrace farming

The unique architectural design of The Spire

A nighttime stroll through the entrance of Meridian

Inside a crumbling mountain facility of the Old Ones

Aloy leaps in midair over a 40-foot drop

Try not to look down, Aloy

Venturing into the unknown through what seems like an artery of a beast that operates on wires and electricity

Amongst the ruins of what would once have been a mundane flyover

At the banks of a frozen stream

Sliding down the rail of a gigantic machine buried in snow

Taking a swim in the serene waters of the dryland

Clutching on to a Tallneck, while ancient structures of stone and sand withstand the test of time

Racing through a sunlit wetland with Bandits blocking the way

Admiring the sheer scale of the snow covered mountains from the foothills

Getting closer to the peak

Face-to-face with a mountain range

Wading through the water, onwards

On a wooden deck, watching a friend lament the loss of a dear one

Watching the city of Meridian, surrounded by a beautiful flower formation

A brief respite in still waters as sunlight filters through

On another one of her midnight adventures

Aloy takes in the view as Carja soldiers consult among themselves

Riding through the forest on the back of a friendly machine

Aloy watches as a solitary figure stands over the edge of a ruined structure

His footprints still fresh, Aloy stands where the solitary figure stood, trying to feel what he felt

Feeling the snow falling on her gloved hands

Aloy steps into the bright day behind Rost

Surrounded by iron and steel, Aloy hangs on

Imposing hills look over solemn waters

Ruins of a forgotten era, reclaimed by nature

Outside the highly secured and reinforced door of a Cauldron - ancient, high-tech manufacturing facilities left by the Old Ones

Getting through a Cauldron door

Inside the Cauldron

Fragments of snow over stony undulations

The path ahead is all but easy

Aloy needs to keep going steady as the stream

Watching the downpour while feeling it before anyone else, atop a high cliff

A faithful Strider machine carries Aloy over the bridge in the twilight hour

The moon bearing witness to Aloy's journey through the forest

A sturdy wooden bridge to ease the way forward

A view of the distant hills from inside a small shrine

The last moments of a Watcher machine as Aloy digs her spear into its metal frame

Trying to unravel the intricacies of a shrine by the path

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