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... across the ash-dusted floor, the last echo of movement in a room now gone still. No stealth, no shadows. Just him, exposed under the sallow glow of failing overhead lamps. Before him, Sentinel AX-Draxos loomed like a monolith waiting for judgment.
The arena around him was less a battlefield and more a repair shop for broken ambition.
Once a Velkarin fabrication garage, the room now resembled a desecrated temple of machinery. Towering husks of prototype constructs lined the walls ...
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