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The ground was covered with a thick layer of dead leaves that curled and burst into flame as the bright fire licked them, turning them into scattered stars of ash. The fire elongated the shadows of the serpentine roots in the forest, and Tata pushed aside the leaves with force, raising her head to watch Fang Hong complete the assembly of the last part.
Fang Hong let out a breath, stepped back, and, propping his right hand under his chin, he tilted his head to scrutinize his creation.
Unlike the Clockwork Fairy's miniature and intricate design, the Walker's style was flexible and sharp. It crouched on the soft ground, reflecting a cold gleam in the flickering light of the campfire, and under its dome-shaped shell, one could see a set of intricate gears. Inside was a glass cover housing two shining Silver Rails and a rapidly spinning gyroscope.
