The air inside the laboratory was heavy with anticipation as Zeyron stood before his synthetic body. Nova, the mana's and his, materialized beside him—a humanoid figure formed from shimmering light.
"Nova," Zeyron began, his voice calm yet commanding, "is this body ready for the transfer?"
Nova bowed slightly, his glowing eyes flickering. [Yes, Lord Zeyron. All systems have been tested and optimized. The body is fully operational.]
Satisfied, Zeyron stepped closer to the synthetic vessel, his current spirit form radiating a blinding light. His translucent wings spread wide as his body began to glow brighter. The light intensified until his form became entirely transparent, a mass of energy rather than substance.
With a sudden surge of power, Zeyron's spirit shot forward, entering the synthetic body. The chamber filled with a symphony of mechanical sounds as the mana wires connected to the body detached one by one, retracting into their ports. The golden and silver armor plates shifted slightly, adjusting to the presence of their new occupant.
A shockwave of energy rippled outward as the body activated, the engravings on the armor glowing faintly with divine light. Zeyron's eyes opened, their golden hue now brighter than ever. He clenched his fist, feeling the immense power coursing through his new form.
Ramiris, watching from the side, clapped her hands in awe. "That was so cool! You looked like a star going supernova!"
Zeyron turned to her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Impressive, wasn't it? Now, let's move on to the next project."
Ramiris floated closer, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What's next? Tell me!"
Zeyron raised an eyebrow. "You've always wanted to bring your dungeon here, right? Let's create something even more remarkable—a new species that will become the backbone of my kingdom."
Her eyes widened with excitement. "A new species?! Using magic and machines? Count me in!"
Together, they flew out of the base, their figures cutting through the sky like twin comets. They soon arrived at an expansive field where 500 giant robotic bodies were lined up in perfect rows. Thousands of machine workers moved tirelessly, attending to the lifeless forms.
As they landed, Nova appeared once again, his presence causing the workers to stop and bow. "All preparations are complete, Lord Zeyron," Nova said.
"Good. Dismiss them," Zeyron commanded.
Nova nodded, and the machine workers activated the thrusters on their backs, flying away in synchronized formation. The field fell silent, save for the faint hum of the lifeless bodies.
Zeyron stepped forward, spreading his wings as a golden aura enveloped him. His voice rang out, resonating across the field. "Today, I breathe life into the lifeless. Today, the Cybertronians are born!"
Using his ultimate skill, Zeyron channeled his divine energy, sending golden streams of light into each of the 500 robotic bodies. Their armor began to glow, intricate engravings lighting up as their forms came to life. Slowly, one by one, the Cybertronians rose, their movements fluid and precise.
Among the 500, seven stood out, their presence radiating immense power. Zeyron observed them carefully, recognizing their potential. These would be the leaders of his new race, each as strong as a second-generation Demon Lord.
He named them one by one:
1. Megatron – The largest and most imposing, a warrior whose strength was unmatched.
2. Starscream – Agile and cunning, a master of aerial combat.
3. Grimlock – A towering figure with immense brute strength and an indomitable will.
4. Jetfire – A strategist and explorer, capable of both flight and advanced reconnaissance.
5. Eva-X – A fusion of divine energy and machinery, inspired by legendary mechs from ancient tales.
6. Zeta Magnus – A stalwart defender, his loyalty and sense of justice unparalleled.
7. Omega Supreme – The calmest yet the most devastating in combat, a towering protector.
As the seven stepped forward, they knelt before Zeyron in unison. Their metallic voices resonated with unwavering loyalty.
"We are your creations," Megatron said, his deep voice rumbling like thunder. "Command us, and we shall obey."
"We exist to serve," Starscream added, his tone sharper yet no less sincere.
"Lead us, and we will carve your will into the fabric of this world," Zeta Magnus declared, his gaze firm.
Zeyron smiled, pride evident on his face. "Rise, Cybertronians. From this day forward, you are the guardians and builders of my kingdom. Together, we will create an empire that will stand the test of time."
As they stood, their auras ignited, each radiating the unique power Zeyron had bestowed upon them. Ramiris, watching from the side, floated closer to Zeyron with a wide grin.
"This is amazing!" she exclaimed. "I'm definitely moving my dungeon here. With these guys and your machines, we could create something the world has never seen!"
Zeyron chuckled, his gaze shifting to the horizon. "Then let's begin. This is just the start of a new era—an era where magic and machinery unite to shape the future."