Yano entered the great room, the ground shaking and the golden blades murmuring with knowledge. A massive gate, and then the driver, half-dead, the soul-installing machine, watched him with red eyes.
The fight began, each strike exploding with light, each etheric wave countering the force. Yano used his intelligence and his strength, and with each strike he drew closer to the heart of the city, each step calculated, each movement deliberate.