At the precipice of the grand municipal archway, the wrapped form of the fallen colossus shuddered violently upon the timber transport wagon.
The wagon's rear axle strained beneath the guardian's movement, leaving Loccy only moments to brace its rising body.
Deep within the subterranean foundation of the ramparts, the vertical refusal engine pulsed with sudden aggressive resonance, seeking a physical vessel to anchor its outer perimeter.
The linen shroud wrapped around the dead titan began to tear as malevolent crimson circuits ignited across its petrified mineral musculature.
Hajin stepped to the vanguard of the refugee column, instantly discerning the artificial signal attempting to commandeer the silent titan.
"Step back from the wagon bed, the machine is waking up under outside command!"
"Its mana pulse is completely twisted, like an iron puppet pulled by hidden strings!"
