The first automaton rose with a metallic roar, its plated body unfolding like a beast shrugged awake after centuries. Then the others followed, one after another, until the entire hall shook with the rhythm of steel feet.
Noel's body moved before thought. He stepped in front of Selene, Revenant Fang already humming, the cursed weapon vibrating like a predator scenting blood.
[Trait: Harrowed Focus — Activated.]
[Trait: Will of the Forgotten — Activated.]
The world sharpened into lines of clarity. He heard every gear turning, every fragment of stone sliding under their feet. His muscles thrummed with a dangerous surge.
"Stay behind me," Noel muttered, voice low but steady. "I'll cut the path. You handle the range."
Selene's reply was cool, calm—exactly what he expected. "Fine. But don't waste movement. Left flank is thinner. Push through there."
'Cold and sharp as ever. That's good… keeps me grounded.'
