The metallic figure, even though it remained bound by thick chains, still carried itself with arrogant composure. Its posture never bent fully, and its silence mocked the filthy creatures surrounding it, knowing with certainty that they would never dare touch it, no matter how desperately they tried.
After all, they were nothing but inferior things, crawling beings pretending to wield authority over something far beyond them.
No food? So what. It could endure months, even longer, sustained solely by the condensed energy stored within its metallic suit, energy refined far beyond anything these monsters could comprehend.
Drowned in water? The metallic suit was completely airtight, sealed down to its core. No amount of pressure from crushing depths would ever crack its surface or breach its systems.
Thrown into flames? The suit was built to endure extreme heat, forged to withstand the highest temperatures without transferring even a hint of discomfort to what lay inside.
