The towering Reaver construct stepped into the light, its insectoid form shimmering with energy as the conduits on the walls pulsed in rhythm with its movements. Standing nearly twenty feet tall, its carapace glinted with an almost crystalline quality, making it look as though it was an extension of the fortress itself. Its six razor-sharp limbs flexed ominously, and its glowing red eyes locked onto the team with an unsettling intelligence.
"That... is not a drone," Lillith said, her crimson saber igniting with a hiss. She stepped forward, her stance steady and unflinching.
"No kidding," Nova quipped from the back, her green eyes wide. "Who ordered the mini-boss?"
"Focus!" Ethan barked, raising his Radiansaber. "We take it down together, no mistakes."
The construct let out a guttural roar, its voice a mix of organic and mechanical tones, as it charged toward them with terrifying speed.