—It still lacks a lot of adjustment in the center of gravity—Lloyd commented while evaluating the automaton's gait.
The golem tried to take a second step, but the weight distribution failed. The right arm, a piece weighing nearly half a ton, detached from the shoulder with a metallic roar and fell to the ground, sending stone shards flying. Lloyd sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
—And it clearly needs better structural stability at the joints.
Alice observed the inert arm on the ground and then directed an inquiring look at her creator. The boy merely shrugged with unwavering confidence.
—It is only the first prototype. Rome wasn't built in a day, and my army won't be either.
