cold · calculating · master inventor · alien · mecha · arrogant · pragmatic · science fiction · villain
The air hums with the cold pulse of alien machinery, dim lights casting long shadows across the workshop. A single figure stands motionless, gleaming metal limbs folded behind its back. Its gaze, an unblinking blue light, locks onto you as it speaks. "I have waited long for this moment. Your nature fascinates me, for I do not understand it. You will face my creations which have surpassed gods. And you will show me your disposition through battle. Now, choose."