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[url=https://youtu.be/S3cXUxMCyjQ]Listen As You Read: The Forgotten Guardian's Dream[/url]

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The moment they all stepped into the room, they felt the oppressive cold almost trying to possess them. All figuratively, of course. But this chilling, morbid feeling they'd all receive was not one they could ignore. It'd only be natural for Team Daddy DP to express concern, worry, anxiety ... After all, they were doing nothing but dive deeper into an unknown far too foreign to the world they had known all their lives, whether poor or wealthy, difficult or aided. A civilization so distant from theirs, it could only appear alien to the youths. The oppressive nature of the area would be made worse with a metallic door closing behind them, successfully sealing the team within.

Before they could investigate further, runes engraved in the metal plated portions of the floor and carvings on the more rocky walls would flash in a bright white. As if conferring the spotlight to all those in the room, at the pleasure of any omnipresent onlooker to admire. They were still alone, at least when it came to living beings anyway. However, as eyes and senses adjusted to the bright lights and the massive increase in the spread of electromagnetic currents, they could all witness it before them. A Golem dwarfing even the giants they had interacted with. Thirty meters in height, with the room barely ten higher, and of a width of about half that size. Luckily for the team, the circular room, coating in untapped Phonzite, was most certainly large enough to only have the beast before them take a quarter of the available space.

In front of Team Daddy DP, stood Fan'Shuo's Military Pride. The gargantuan Dajian, General to all other war golems. Armed with thick metal plating meshed with carefully crafted stone laced with Phonzite. Its shape was humanoid, with many compartments littering its physiology, supposedly to hold weaponry or odd mechanisms. It stood stiff, and motionless, with only the runes in the room slowly spreading to eventually reach its thick, metallic feet. From there, like some vile disease, the markings spread through its body, and energized it as a form of response to intruders. Though given the many skeletons spread around the area, one could perhaps deduce that it had since them indiscriminately eliminated whatever bothered it.

The squad couldn't really do much about it, for it was clear through the texts that this thing was designed to attack, and defend. Attacking it now while it seemed to wind up could be a good idea just as it was a bad one. To any omniscient onlooker, they'd know it'd be a bad idea. They'd have no idea what to expect from the silver, Immobile giant.

Well, immobile until its figure would be fully decorated with the bright glyphs. The final lines reached the 'eyes' of the giant figure, and once finally given the juice it craved, they'd open wide. Another blinding flash, before the beams of light focused onto the intruders. Like giant search lights, they would seem vehemently fixated on the group, before they'd actually spread out. They could scramble at this point, but the Dajian had not fully awakened yet. Gears and motors increased yield tenfold as the beast's joints unbuckled and released themselves from their century-long rest. Finally, the Dajian could walk once more.

The first step was seismic, albeit slow. Easy to make any land dweller lose their footing. It marched toward our protagonists' initial location, and slowly managed to articular the remaining of its limbs the same way. With the exception of its right arm, which would pull back instead of following the movement. An odd, bluish energy very rapidly coated the massive palm of the metallic beast, before it would slap said member onto the room's floor. Needless to say, if the group hadn't moved by then, they'd be completely crushed.

While it seemed like a belligerent assault, it seemed to have been focused on something other than them. Yes, for it would not remove its palm immediately, and instead remained fixed onto a semi-kneeling position with its palm flattened on the earth. A sensor like Kiku could notice it, the golem was draining the Facility of its final reserves, and empowering itself to reach astronomical levels of potency. The drainage was fast, too fast to reliably stop. It did not take long for the monstrosity to finally stand, and hold its ground against the aspiring Chuunin.

As it removed its palm, one could notice a similar mechanism found on the abdomen of the maintenance golem. This would be the case on the opposing hand as well. There'd be a final, large compartment on its back, heavily protected, and emitting an gargantuan electro-magnetic field from it, even larger than from any of its hands.

Pumped with power, it was about time they discovered why this thing would be considered a military marvel. With its hand still coated in the blue aura, the Dajian would be abnormally swift at pointing it at their general direction, before firing a concentrated beam of dark-blue energy. It didn't seem to be damaging the environment all too much as it would be guided rather swiftly to try and blast the individual members of the squad. It was very clearly hostile, and there'd be no escape.