CREEEEEECH—!!!
A piercing, screeching wail of feedback tore through the factory's audio system, so loud that everyone had to cover their ears. The rivers of molten iron in the room violently violently surged, splashing over the stone banks as the massive, ornate blast doors at the end of the hall violently slammed completely open against the walls.
The alpha had seen its entire army reduced to frozen tinder in a matter of minutes. From the blinding crimson fog of the core chamber, a heavy, suffocating pressure dropped onto the room like an anvil.
Marshal Mechanica was absolutely furious.
The Crimson fog completely parted, and the colossal frame of Marshal Mechanica fully materialized into the dim, orange light of the foundry. It didn't just walk; its heavy, deliberate strides sent a concussive shockwave through the solid iron floorboards, immediately crushing what little remained of the frozen, shattered vanguard under its massive brass sabatons.
