Broken Vows, New Promises
From within, hostiles emerged—autonomous guardians, half-human half-machine, with limbs reinforced by alloy and neural links to Seraph’s command node.
Aurora fired the first shot. It struck a guardian’s shoulder plating, sparks flaring. The automaton staggered, but rose again, its eyes flickering red.
Asher hesitated—then dove forward, pressing his pulse emitter against the nearest conduit. A shockwave pulsed outward, wrenching the guardian’s joints. It collapsed, circuits smoking.
“Good thinking,” Damien called, covering him as Elias and Kai moved to flank.
But Seraph raised a hand. Her gold eyes flared.
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