The critical moment had come.
The Riot Mark III in his current state had reached a completed state, but that did not necessarily mean he had reached his final form.
At this moment, the mech largely matched the design. There was nothing wrong with stopping at this junction, though if Ves truly wanted to make the two converge, he and his wife would have to make subsequent modifications and corrections to reduce the sources of instability.
As it was, the Riot Mark III was far too wild and unrestrained to function as a normal high-tier expert mech.
All of the mech designers in the workshop compartment could feel it. From Ves whose spiritual sensitivity was the highest to the EdNet returnees who were overlooking the fabrication run on a catwalk installed on the opposite side, each of them felt as if they were in the presence of a predator that possessed undisguised hostile intentions.
This was not a mech.
This was a monster clothed in the resilient skin of a mech.
