The Metazoi was a being like no other. It was an amalgamation of small floating pieces of metal. Dozens of them just a few meters from the ground. All in a pyramid shape that floated around a golden crystal, no bigger than an adult person.
"What is that thing?" Igneous gasped, slowly approaching.
The Metazoi made sounds like someone trying to speak under the sea. Like superimposed and placated voices, unintelligible.
Nahuel came over to see it better. "It seems harmless."
"It can be dangerous," Yaima warned.
"It's true," Alya agreed. "Appearances can be deceiving."
"We must destroy that golden crystal," Nahuel pointed to the metazoi's core.
"Yes," Alya answered. "That's what Steelarm said."
"It doesn't look that hard," Igneous smiled.
The pyramidal metal pieces shuddered and began to spin at high speed around the golden crystal.
