The mechanical warrior stood tall and imposing, its metallic limbs gleaming in the dim light of the ruins. Its eyes, glowing with a fierce intensity, locked onto us as we approached, a low hum emanating from its core. I could sense the danger radiating from it—a formidable enemy that stood between us and whatever lay beyond.
Acheron's hand tightened on my shoulder, urging me forward with a silent threat. Derek remained silent, his eyes calculating as he observed the guardian before us. I could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on me, a heavy burden that threatened to crush my resolve.
