The mechanical proxy stepped forward from the central console, its hydraulic joints hissing as steam vented from its armored shoulders.
In its right mechanical grip, the automaton held a crackling Seizure Spear forged from enchanted dark iron and pulsing with golden runes.
"Identify yourself, machine," Nox said calmly, keeping his dark katana lowered as he paced across the stone floor.
"I am the Sovereign Command Archive of Director Rook," the construct responded, its synthetic voice perfectly mimicking the deceased tyrant's smug tone.
"Though my mortal flesh was terminated, my strategic mandate remains fully operational within the municipal matrix."
"So you are just a pre-recorded ghost trapped in a toaster," the youth remarked with a dry, mocking laugh.
"Even in death, your pride could not bear to leave without building a toy to pretend you were still important."
