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Chapter 16 : The Trail of Old Magitek
The scent of ozone, residue from the magnetic storm, still hung in the air, choking human lungs and tormenting Zenith's already half-shattered olfactory sensors. Ashfall’s pale sunlight began to pierce the remnants of the gray clouds, reflecting off the expanse of sand, which now gleamed like glass from the heat of last night’s lightning. Zenith knelt on the ground, his rusted hands scraping away the magnetic dust clinging to his knee joints, creating a grating, irritating metallic screech. "Damn, my joints feel like they were poured full of wet cement," Zenith grumbled, his head rotating a full one hundred and eighty degrees backward to ensure Marcus and Prince Elara were still intact. "Prince, if we run into any dwarves later, please tell them to prepare the most expensive oil. Strawberry flavored, if possible." Marcus snorted, wiping dust from his armor with a ragged cloth. "Dwarves are engineers, Zenith, not bartenders. And you don't have a tongue to taste strawberries." "Ug
Chapter 15: The Iron Storm
"Hold my hand, Zenith! Don't let go!" Elara screamed, her voice hoarse, swallowed by the roar of the wind carrying millions of sharp iron particles. The world had suddenly gone mad. Electric blue light pulsed across the ceiling of the narrow fissure in the Gray Ridge, creating a magnetic field so powerful that Zenith's metal feet were lifted off the ground. The old robot shook violently, the cables at his neck spitting sparks that lashed out like hungry little snakes. Below him, Elara gripped Zenith's rusted wrist with both hands, her teenage body lifted along with him, dangling above a dark abyss that seemed to wait for its prey to fall. "Holy hell, this isn't climbing, we're being kidnapped by the ceiling!" Zenith shrieked, but in the next second, his voice dropped into a deep, cold baritone. "Anomaly identified: Class four Iron Storm. Magnetic field reaching critical threshold. Immediate evacuation to coordinates 0-4-2!" Marcus struggled against the magnetic pull that tugged at
Chapter 14: The Logistics of Trust
Gray dust still billowed thickly, clogging Zenith's air filters until the engine in his chest emitted a rough, grinding sound. He dragged his feet through the remnants of the sandstorm created by the Vesperus projectile explosion moments earlier. Beside him, Marcus gasped for breath, supporting Prince Elara, whose face was now the color of desert ash, pale and nearly lifeless. They had successfully escaped the siege outside Fort Aegis, but the price paid was Zenith's navigation system, which now flickered erratically. "Damn it, my cooling system is seriously about to blow," Zenith grumbled, pounding his chest plate to shake off the dust. "If I die here, please write on my iron tombstone: 'Died from being too extra.'" Marcus paused for a moment, regulating his breath, which felt like inhaling shards of glass. He looked at Zenith with an unreadable expression, a mixture of lingering old resentment and forced acknowledgment. "That audio tactic earlier ... and the way you positioned you
Chapter 13: Night Terror and the Vesperus Hunters
The static hum felt like a thousand tiny needles piercing straight into the core of Zenith's logic. In the suffocating darkness of Fort Aegis’s corridor, the yellow light from his optical lens dimmed to a minimum, leaving only a thin line that pulsed in sync with the heartbeat of Prince Elara, who slept curled up in the corner of the room. The air in the ancient base was ice-cold, smelling of rusted iron and centuries of congealed magic residue. "Wake up, old man. Unless you want your beard to become target practice, you better open your eyes now," Zenith whispered, his voice hoarse and distorted. Marcus flinched, his hand instinctively gripping the sword hilt beside him. He turned toward Zenith, breathing heavily. "What? Did your sensors pick something up?" "Vesperus Hunter units," Zenith replied softly, his rusty metal fingers tapping an irregular rhythm on the concrete floor. "They specialize in tracking heat signatures and Magitek marks. Jeez, they really mean business. They're
Chapter 12: Manifestation of the Ghost City
The colossal searchlight groaned, grinding its rusted hinges before spitting out a blinding white light that sliced through the Ashfall dust. Zenith snorted, his visual sensors snapping into forced adjustment as his hand swiftly yanked Prince Elara’s drab cloak behind the shadow of a cracked concrete pillar. Before them, the towering walls of the Ancient Magitek military base loomed like a giant skeleton refusing to die, shrouded by a permanent magnetic sandstorm that roared like the thousand screams of dead miners. "Cover your ears unless you want your eardrums to shatter like cheap ceramic plates!" Zenith yelled, his voice barely audible over the wind’s roar carrying sharp iron particles. Marcus drew his sword, using his military veteran armor to shield Elara from the sand blast. "Is this Fort Aegis? This place should have been wiped off the map since the Unification War!" "Well, your map is trash, Uncle! Just like your sense of humor!" Zenith retorted, jogging toward a side gate
Chapter 11: Learning From Failure (Jokes)
Hissing plumes of hot steam vented from Zenith’s back, creating a thin mist scented with burnt oil in the cold night air of the Ashfall Desert. Metal remnants of the destroyed Sand Reaver vehicles still flickered with orange flames in the distance, casting dim light on Prince Elara’s haggard face. Marcus sat nearby, stiffly and exhaustedly clearing sand residue that clogged the barrel of his Magitek weapon."Damn it, my cooling circuits are seriously trying to retire early," Zenith grumbled, his rusted hand attempting to pat his dented chest plate. "Next time bandits pass through, please tell them to take a number. They shouldn't gang up on us like people fighting over free groceries."Elara stared at the old robot with a strange glint in his eyes. Since the battle, he had been thinking about how Zenith faced death, not with the rigid courage of Marcus, but with mockery that felt like an emotional shield. Elara cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible."Zenith,
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