In that fateful moment, as the elite cyborgs reveled in their unholy creation, sinister laughter erupted from their lips, a cacophony of madness and devotion that reverberated through the battlefield.
The echoes twisted and coiled, filling the space with a haunting resonance that seemed to slice through the fabric of reality itself.
" ALL PRAISE MACHINA!!! "
The chant, a chilling symphony of madness and devotion, resonated with an eerie resonance…
Their crimson cage, a testament to their allegiance to Machina, pulsed with an otherworldly energy, its boundaries crackling with an impending cataclysm.
The elite cyborgs, their eyes gleaming with a fanatical zeal, reveled in the culmination of their unholy creation.
The once pristine figures were now bathed in a pulsating crimson glow, their bodies pulsating with an otherworldly energy.
