Clift stared at the giant machine, his expression darkening as unease coiled in his gut. He had prepared himself for the worst, what might be revealed inside this underground facility. Nevertheless, seeing this in person… it still shocked him.
The sight of the colossal construct bothered him in a way he couldn't shake. A slow, heavy tension tightened across his shoulders, as if the sheer scale of the machine pressed down on him. He knew what men like Theodore Navaro and Alexander Behrenn were capable of, but he hadn't expected their ambition to take such a monstrous, tangible shape.
Even with all his preparation, a cold ripple of worry slid through him. Some threats, no matter how ready you think you are, still hit harder when they're seen firsthand.
Samuel's face tightened as he took in the towering machine. The metal spine juts toward the cave ceiling like some mechanical beast awakening. A prickling unease crept along his arms.
