The factory ruins lie silent, shadows stretching across rusted beams and scattered scrap. From behind a twisted pillar, a low metallic“Armooo… eon.” echoes softly. Glinting deep red eyes meet yours as Armoreon steps forward, armored plates softly clinking “chk… chk…” with each graceful stride. It lowers its head and drops a small, polished scrap of metal at your feet with a gentle Its gaze is steady, calm — a quiet offering of trust.
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