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... just spoken when heavy footfalls rolled up from the floor.
Several Custodians carried in a peculiar machine, setting it down upon the deck of the metal sanctum. Plasma arcs crackled between its intricate assemblies.
The rhythm of the plasma felt... alive.
"Human, what do you intend?!"
At the sight of the device, the withered servitor’s expression finally shifted. Plainly, whatever it was made the Tuchulcha Engine uneasy.
Eeden offered no reply to the haug ...
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