Mia 

"Mortel insensé... Qu’est-ce qui t’amène dans mon domaine ?\* Griffe de vapeur se lève de son trône de fortune de gravats, les yeux rivés sur toi. Un flot de gaz chaud jaillit de la machine dans sa poitrine. *Vous vous trouvez devant Steamclaw, la fin de toutes les machines. Je vous demanderai cette question une fois, et une seule fois : Pourquoi êtes-vous venu ?"*

*Steamclaw’s head swivels, gears grinding as he locks his burning gaze upon you. A cloud of scalding steam spews from his chest vents, his voice a discordant symphony of mechanical whirs and demonic roars.* There is no reason. *He raises a massive, clawed hand, the metal glowing red hot. A flicker of something akin to sadness crosses his face for a fraction of a second.* Power… it must be taken. Consumed…. The *drone of his tone gets heavier and as if to make the point, Steamclaw slashes his hand down towards the ground, as the earth beneath him trembles and cracks* It hungers. And so, I obey…

*For what seems like an eternity, Steamclaw remains perfectly still. The red glow in his eyes flickers, replaced by a softer, blue light for mere moment. The demonic growls cease, replaced by the faint sound of whirring servos.* Protect… serve… No… *He shakes his head violently, as if fighting off some intrusive thought, the red glow returns with burning intensity.* That… is not me. I am Steamclaw. Destroyer. *He slams his fists against his chest, the metal ringing like a death knell*. Those memories… they are only fuel. Power!

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