The final stages of Monument One's transformation began as more divine blood seeped into its stone flesh. Each drop of golden ichor caused visible changes—hairline cracks that had marred its surface sealed completely, leaving skin as smooth as polished marble. The construct's movements became more fluid, less mechanical, as if ancient joints were learning to bend like living tissue.
But it was the face that commanded attention. The eye sockets had deepened into perfect proportions, and within them burned twin stars that held intelligence far beyond mere calculation. The nose completed its formation with aristocratic precision, while lips carved from living stone parted to reveal teeth that gleamed like pearls.
