Both Lackey and his servant stood frozen beneath their masks, their eyes locked onto the appearance of the deep golden mech suit projected through the hologram.
Unlike the armoured suits of the Empire, filled with visible pistons, layered plates, exposed joints, and mechanical seams, this one looked unnaturally seamless.
It resembled a structure forged from a single divine sheet rather than assembled machinery.
The golden surface flowed as liquid metal hardened into perfection, without bolts, gaps, or signs of construction. Even the proportions felt superior, elegant, almost alive.
Compared to it, their Empire's war machines suddenly looked crude and primitive, like cheap iron puppets pretending to imitate greatness.
The hologram flickered softly before the mechanical figure spoke again.
"I heard from Ms. Amara Rosavere that you wish to learn our technology and provide it to your people during the ongoing wars."
The voice carried no emotion.
