The flames within Jacob's sockets contorted when he heard Black Mechanic's words and impassively questioned, "Violet Rank Spirit Mechanic, meaning a trace left by its master. Is it going to hinder you in any way?"
"Possibly," Black Mechanic replied, his tone layered with static as his runes began to fluctuate, "But they are acting as self-protective encryption—something like a mystic firewall of law. A Violet Rank Spirit Mechanic has a very high comprehension of Mechanical Law, and I'm just at its initial stages. If I attempt to overwrite it directly or too hastily, my core could suffer recursive backlash."
Just as Black Mechanic's voice trailed off, the dark space vibrated faintly as the crimson pentahedron pulsed, resisting the devouring process.
Those foreign glyphs expanded outward, forming a defensive barrier of pure logic, and strange, almost organic whispers echoed through the tower like a distant choir of distorted souls.
"Intruder of unauthorized rank… cease intrusion…
