activates, drawing her negative energy out of her in sickly, purple spheres, which are absorbed into the red core of the mechanism.

“I- AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHH-!!!”

Pandora shrieks, fumbling to ready her staff, only to fall unconscious on the floor...

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* to not

Though, in fairness, she hadn't attacked yet... maybe this was an opportunity to talk, for once.

“Ah... Model ZX. You had kept me waiting quite long enough... I could feel you coming all the way from the shoreline.”

There she was, the 'smaller fragment' of Model W Usalia had detected- The Witch, Pandora.

“Such tardiness is unbefitting of an heiress to the throne of man...”

“As for what will happen... we won't disappear. That much I can tell you. The world, as we know it, will end... in one way or another.”

And she's right back to being vague. Ah, well. It was fun while it lasted.

“both parties' end goals, yes? At least until we meet for our next... business transaction.”

opening to look at Metallia with cold indifference.

“The surface world is vast. However, your swamp seems to spread indomitably. I would suggest finding somewhere nestled in the earth... there's a quarry near Hunter's Camp, if memory serves. It's abandoned, too. Perfect, is it not?”

“There was only one such individual in the world: Our creator, 'Master Albert'. He altered us with the intent of forcing Model W to establish a link with us, all as a part of his 'Game of Destiny'. In essence, we are forever linked to Model W, no matter where we go...”

She shakes her head, eyes

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“operations to keep him... satiated.”