Tamed by the Blind Alpha King
The four-armed iron giant shuddered violently, light bursting from its eye slots and armor seams before its central matrix melted, collapsing into a heap of inert, smoking metal on the catwalk.
"Impressive," Valerius monologued from the altar, his hands moving across the runic interface as the floating obsidian sphere began to glow with a terrifying, blinding crimson intensity. "A doctor's precision combined with a Queen's flame. You truly are the perfect specimen, Lyra. But while you waste your breath fighting my puppets, the Crucible's extraction process has already reached ninety percent!"