Chapter 72: The Choice of a Queen
The war room deep within the Iron Estate was significantly colder than the rest of the sprawling manor.
The morning fog of the capital pressed heavily against the reinforced glass windows. The glowing holographic projectors were positioned on the central mahogany table.
King-Regent Marquee Hardsteel stood at the head of the tactical map. His mechanical blue eye whirred and clicked softly as it scanned the intricate ley lines of the kingdom.
I stood across from the towering cyborg, keeping my arms crossed tightly over my chest.
The dark, arcane circuit lines of my recent evolution traced a prominent path up my neck. They were clearly visible above the high collar of my tailored military coat.
My mechanical Vanguard Arm rested heavily at my side.
"We have exactly two months, Grik," Hardsteel rumbled.
His metallic voice carried a heavy, exhausting weight that even the most expensive alchemical lubricant could not completely smooth over.
