Although the floating "Adaptive Resonance Protocol Baseplate" was within arm's reach, exuding a tempting aura, Roland did not lose his head.
He knew that such an important research product could never be protected solely by a single, unpowered gate as its final defense.
With this in mind, his gaze swept across every corner of the spacious hall like the most precise of scanners.
Sure enough, in the shadows near the walls on both sides of the hall, several enormous figures stood in solemn silence.
They were over three men tall, with distinct humanoid silhouettes, a world apart from the rusted and dilapidated Magical Guide Structures of the Magic City Jiles.
Although these colossi were covered in a thin layer of dust, their metal shells bearing the merciless etchings of time, their overall structure was perfectly intact. Their lines were smooth and conveyed a sense of power, as if they had merely fallen into a deep slumber.
