The Machine Choir's mechanical behemoth lay in ruins, a tangled mass of sparking wires and molten steel—but the silence that followed was far from comforting. A low, rhythmic pulse echoed through the chamber, growing louder with each beat, resonating in the team's very bones.
Lira's breathing was ragged. "That... that wasn't the core, was it?"
Seraphina's eyes glowed faintly, a trace of astral energy flickering along her fingertips. "No. This was a decoy. The real core is still out there."
Before anyone could react, the wreckage of the Machine Choir's mecha began to twitch, the remains splitting apart like a grotesque metallic insect shedding its skin. From within emerged a swarm of smaller drones—sleek, spider-like constructs that moved with disturbing coordination, each one glowing with the Choir's signature crimson light.
"Fall back! Defensive formation!" Kai shouted, his mind racing to keep up.
Aurelia spun her weapon staff into position, the celestial symbols etched into the metal flaring to life. "They're connected—synced into a hive mind. Destroy one, and the others will recalibrate instantly."
"Then we overwhelm them with speed," Kiera growled, already tapping into the neural interface of her hacked mecha, trying to disrupt their signal.
But it wasn't just the swarm.
Mira's voice cut through the chaos. "Incoming! Behind us!"
The shadows at the far end of the chamber rippled, and from the dark emerged a figure—tall, shrouded in a shifting cloak of nanotech, its face an unsettling blend of human features and machine precision. It was one of the Machine Choir's leaders, an elite combat unit rumored to act as both soldier and conductor.
"You resist evolution," the figure intoned, its voice a metallic chorus of overlapping tones. "But resistance only hastens obsolescence."
Kai's heart pounded as the drones surged forward, the elite soldier closing the distance behind them.
"We need a new plan," he muttered, bracing for impact. "Fast."