Karrakas pulled the door open and they burst out.
The five Automatons noticed their movement immediately, their heads turning in unison, the ticking inside them rising in pitch as they oriented towards the group.
Up close, the Automatons were tall, their flesh pale and waxy, and stitched in places where the clockwork underneath had been fitted into the body.
Their eyes were made of glass, catching the lamplight as they moved.
Lukas went straight for the nearest one.
He drove his [Cursed Blade] forward, aiming for the center of the chest. The blade hit metal beneath the flesh and stopped, the impact jarring up through his wrist.
"Damn," he said through his teeth. "It's really harder than it looks."
"Noted," Akira said as she dashed out from his left, thrusting forward.
She met the same result. Unlike every other time she'd used it, [Temptation] had pierced the flesh but its momentum had slowed the moment it hit the plate underneath.
