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In a chaotic dark room, Steelheart's memory had been thrown into disarray by Tapai's haphazard tinkering, and he lay on the ground, motionless.
Now, to speak of controlling his prosthetic limbs would be far-fetched, let alone whether he even had self-awareness anymore.
Without Steelheart's control, the drones in the sky immediately ceased operation, hovering mid-air in standby mode.
Sun Jack gasped for breath, relieved that with Steelheart incapacitated, the tension that he had been holding inside was finally released.
"Is everyone okay?" he asked, supporting his severed arm, as he struggled to stand.
The battle had been far from easy; everyone was wounded. Sun Jack's gaze swept over each face, finally resting on Old SixPUS, who lay in a pool of blood.
He didn't have much of a bond with Old SixPUS, but at this moment, what he felt more was a sense of loss for an acquaintance's sudden death.
