Victor stood in the half-collapsed hall of the workshop.
Dust drifted down from the vaulted ceiling.
The Level 4 Golem, the "Tieyan Judicator," lay amidst the ruins, now nothing more than a useless pile of scrap metal.
Fear and helplessness squeezed his heart, forcing him to use his Mechanical Mind to block out the feelings.
That Second-level Black Wizard and the Mechanical Tyrannosaurus Beast were simply beings they could not hope to contend with.
There was still no reply on the comms channel.
Victor stared at his personal terminal, not daring to call Allen himself.
He was terrified of hearing that Allen was dead, which would mean he was next.
BEEP.
The comms channel flashed with a green light.
Allen's voice came through, his tone level.
"Victor, the crisis is over."
Victor froze. He lurched closer to the terminal.
"What did you say? The Black Wizard..."
