With some apprehension, Yalunte looked at him and then gingerly climbed up from the ground. Having witnessed first-hand the prowess of these metal monsters, he dared not disrespect them, even as a Sword Saint. His years of wandering the Otherworld Continent had taught him that a wise man possesses the ability to bend and yield. He knew when it was time to bow his head.
"Identify yourself!" The drone continued to utter emotionless, mechanical synthetic sounds, and began to scan him from top to bottom.
"Yalunte Burlingchi, Otherworlder, informant for the front line headquarter at the Otherworld!" Cheng Ziang said, sounding somewhat breathless. He was not sure whether this artificial intelligence would recognise Yalunte.
"Identity input, denied! No matching information found," Suddenly, the drone emitted a red warning light, and the coldness in its voice intensified, "Please raise your hands and stay where you are, or you will be deemed to be engaging in hostile behavior."
