(Congratulations to the newly promoted Elder "Zhe C??" who wrote from last evening until 4 a.m. this morning. Just woke up, sorry for the late update.)
The dark and worn Mecha plunged its right arm into the melting and even boiling iron water, slowly rising to its feet.
At about nine meters tall, it still remained under the dome of the warehouse.
Although the warehouse was dark, the boiling steel magma illuminated everything within.
The battered body stood unbothered amidst it all, the Mech's blood-red eyes gazing in a certain direction.
"Remaining energy 3.9%, high-intensity combat for 8 hours."
This message flashed across the unmanned cockpit, and then the Mech's left hand suddenly whipped upwards.
The sheathed long sword spun eerily back into place.
Click!
The second-level vault had nearly two meters of concrete dome, which suddenly bore a perfect circular cut.
The thick concrete chunks fell into the steel water, bubbling loudly.