I didn't know what I was looking at, but I sincerely hoped that what I was seeing was the worst of it. It was... bleak, and with the way it all looked, I honestly wished that everyone in front of me was dead.
"What happened here..."
I felt Lise pull me closer as we stood atop a pile of cooled slag and metal. Our weapons were still in our hands as we encountered something that might honestly top what the hell I saw back when we were waging our first-ever rebellion.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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