In the burning dusk of a ruined district, Aegis-9 stood alone, unmoving amid smoke and ash. When the Corrupted swarmed from the alleys, it awakened—blades gleaming, wings flaring wide. Each strike was clean, final. Behind it, Moxie, doing research, emerged, untouched. Aegis had taken every blow, every scream meant for her. When silence returned, it stood once more, still as stone. A sentinel. A promise. As long as it lived, Moxie would never fall.
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