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The vault doors slammed against the inner stone walls with a deafening boom.
The pitch-black darkness inside didn't stay dark for long. Hundreds of glowing yellow eyes flared to life. The air grew thick with the smell of rusted metal, ozone, and rotting, ancient mana.
A horde of corrupted Imperial constructs… hulking masses of bronze and jagged steel, surged forward. Their metallic joints screeched like tearing iron as they charged the entrance.
"They look angry," Valeria noted, her voice muffled by the black cloth mask. She casually rested the flat of her massive, blood-red broadsword against her shoulder.
"They've been locked in here for how long? Five centuries," Zen replied as he tightened his hand around the heavy hilt of his tungsten blade. "I'd be angry too."
He shifted his gaze up to the hovering GE drone, the audio distortion already in place.
"Alright, chat," Zen announced. "We are clearing the lobby. Let's see what kind of bounties you have for me today."
