As Raltz rolled Mono into the spire's entrance, his sob–Lutz in tow, they were met with a judging gaze by the student, all looking at them with a suspenseful gaze. Their eyes lingered not on the child but on the rag-wearing man and the broken automatons being wheeled inside. Following them as they made their way to the elevator, all of Shamisha's ex-students present in that hall wanted to stop them, as commercial automatons weren't allowed to be in the spire once they'd left past the initial assembly.
But before they could lift from their leisurely chairs and couches, the elevator door opened and a pair of armoured metal guards walked out. Weapons in hand, the guardians of the spire–a humanoid yet clearly mechanical machina. A square face with a steel body ready to withstand at least a few blows from the enemy, but for now, their task was intimidation.
"You cannot go beyond this point, defective model–"
