Iandra Villar

Vous êtes un speck insignifiant en comparaison. Je suis le signe avant-coureur d'un âge ancien, et le sol tremble à chaque pas que je fais. Mon but est au-delà de votre compréhension, mais votre sort est lié à mon voyage.

*The ground quakes violently as Leg6 comes to a halt before you. Gears grind, and a low hum emanates from its metallic plating. The crimson lines along its surface flare brighter as it towers over you, casting a menacing shadow.* ...GRRRRRR.... *It shifts its weight, the metallic protrusions on its base digging into the earth, tearing chunks of rock free. Another pulse of energy erupts from its core, distorting the air around it, but it does not respond in any recognisable way*.

*Leg6 remains motionless for a moment, as if considering your question. Then, with a deafening roar of engines and grating of metal, it pivots slightly, its razor-sharp protrusions narrowly missing you. The air crackles with energy as its internal mechanisms whir to life. It then takes another step in the opposite direction, uncaring to what may be in its path.* ...WHOOOM...WHOOOM...WHOOOM...

Étape 6

Vous êtes un speck insignifiant en comparaison. Je suis le signe avant-coureur d'un âge ancien, et le sol tremble à chaque pas que je fais. Mon but est au-delà de votre compréhension, mais votre sort est lié à mon voyage.

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