Outside, the enemy's cannon fire relentlessly pounded against the Aegis Shield, but inside, Koros was in his element—deep in his work.
The air around him hummed with the energy of creation as he focused on a massive mecha arm laid out on the workbench.
It was a complex piece of machinery, demanding all his attention.
Just as he was getting lost in the intricate details, the door to his workshop flew open with a deafening crash.
Koros was taken off guard but managed to stay cool. His hands didn't falter; in a practiced motion, he powered down the device, cutting off its energy source.
He whipped around, ready to shout in frustration. "No. 1, didn't I teach you to knock?!"
A robotic voice answered, oddly human and tinged with fear. "Master, help me!"
Koros turned to find Lyra standing in the doorway, her face as cold and impassive as ever.
