Kaijin stood over the crumbled remnants of Vox 5.0, his breath steady despite the tension in the air. The silence after the fierce battle was deafening. Vox's limbs, severed and scattered, lay strewn across the cold ground, and his chest, once a solid mass of gleaming metal and wiring, was now pierced, leaking fluid. Kaijin's sword dripped with the remnants of the fight. He stood tall, unshaken by the violence, but his mind raced.
Vox's robotic eyes, flickering and barely operational, focused weakly on Kaijin. The once intimidating machine, who had wreaked havoc with cold, calculating precision, was now a mere shadow of his former self, beaten and broken. Yet, despite the destruction of his body, the cold, analytical tone in his voice remained intact, devoid of the emotions that might have plagued a human in the same position.
