《The Clockwork Nomad》 Chapter 1: Awakening in the Wildwood. ¡°
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The Whispering Wisps
The Storm
Chapter 2: Clanking Morality
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The Delvers Return ¡° ¡° ¡°
The Truce ¡° ¡° ¡°
The Alliance ¡° Chapter 3.5: The Voice of the Cogheart Pip¡¯s eyes lit up with an idea. ¡°Victor, what if you could speak to us directly, with a voice of your own?¡± ¡° Building the Speaker System ¡° ¡° Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°
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Upgrading the Defenses ¡° ¡° Chapter 5: The Storm Approaches As the sun dipped below the horizon, the dungeon was a hive of activity. The Ticktocks patrolled the perimeter, their movements smooth and efficient. The Steam Sentinels stood guard at the entrance, their piston-powered fists clenched and ready. The Clockwork Falcons perched on the roof, their blade wings glinting in the fading light. Aelin and Borin stood just outside the dungeon, their weapons at the ready. ¡°This might actually work,¡± Borin said, his tone grudgingly impressed. ¡°Don¡¯t get cocky,¡± Aelin replied, her eyes scanning the treeline. ¡°The Stormhammer Guild doesn¡¯t take prisoners.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with tension. He knew the guild would come, and they would come in force. But he''d be ready for them. The Siege The Stormhammer Guild arrived like a thunderstorm, their presence announced by the rhythmic pounding of boots and the clatter of armor. Victor¡¯s sensors picked up their approach long before they emerged from the treeline. The faint glow of their torches grew brighter, casting long shadows across the clearing. At their head was Thrain Ironvein, a dwarf whose reputation preceded him. His armor was a patchwork of brass and steel, adorned with trophies from fallen dungeons¡ªcrystal shards, monster teeth, and even a few dungeon cores, their light long since extinguished. His hammer, Stormbreaker, crackled with magical energy, its head glowing with runes that pulsed in time with his steps. ¡°There it is,¡± Thrain said, his voice booming through the clearing. ¡°The mobile dungeon. Bring it down!¡± The delvers fanned out, their movements precise and practiced. They were a well-oiled machine, each member playing their part in the siege. Mages took up positions at the rear, their staves glowing with arcane energy, while heavily armored warriors formed a shield wall at the front. Scouts darted through the trees, their crossbows loaded and ready. Victor¡¯s core pulsed with tension. He had faced threats before¡ªwild monsters, rogue dungeons, even the occasional delver¡ªbut this was different. The Stormhammer Guild was a force of nature, and they had come prepared.
The First Wave The battle began with a volley of arrows, their tips glowing with enchanted fire. Victor activated his Steam Jets, filling the air with scalding vapor. The arrows hissed as they passed through the steam, their flames extinguished before they could strike the brass walls. ¡°Hold the line!¡± Thrain shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. ¡°Mages, focus on the defenses!¡± The mages raised their staves, their chants rising in unison. Bolts of lightning arced through the air, striking the dungeon¡¯s walls with deafening cracks. Victor¡¯s Arc Casters absorbed some of the energy, redirecting it into the ground with a series of blinding flashes. ¡°We can¡¯t take much more of this!¡± Pip shouted, her voice barely audible over the din. Victor didn¡¯t respond. His focus was on the delvers charging toward the entrance. With a mental command, he activated the Piston-Jump Traps, sending heavy brass pistons slamming into the ground. The force of the impact sent several delvers flying, their armor crumpling under the pressure. But the guild was relentless. Their warriors pressed forward, their shields raised to deflect the traps. Victor¡¯s Steam Sentinels stepped into the fray, their piston-powered fists slamming into the delvers with bone-crushing force.
The Steam Sentinels in Action The first Sentinel, S-01, moved with deliberate precision. Its brass-plated body gleamed in the torchlight, its glowing Aether Core pulsing in time with Victor¡¯s heartbeat. A delver charged at it, his sword raised high. S-01 sidestepped the blow, its piston-powered fist slamming into the delver¡¯s chest with a sickening crunch. The man flew backward, his armor dented and his sword clattering to the ground. Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. ¡°Fall back!¡± one of the delvers shouted, his voice filled with panic. ¡°These things are too strong!¡± But the guild¡¯s warriors were well-trained. They regrouped, forming a tight formation with their shields locked together. S-01 charged, its fists slamming into the shield wall with enough force to send shockwaves through the ground. The delvers held their ground, their shields creaking under the pressure. Victor watched, his core pulsing with tension. The Sentinels were strong, but they weren¡¯t invincible.
Thrain¡¯s Gambit Across the battle field, Thrain watched with a calculating eye. He had faced dungeons before, but this one was different. It was smart, adaptable, and far more dangerous than he had anticipated. ¡°Focus on the core!¡± he shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. ¡°Take out the heart, and the rest will fall!¡± A group of delvers broke off from the main force, their movements swift and precise. They carried Aether Disruptors¡ªdevices designed to destabilize dungeon cores. Victor¡¯s sensors picked up their approach, his core pulsing with alarm. ¡°They¡¯re going for the core!¡± Aelin shouted, her voice filled with urgency. ¡°Not on my watch,¡± Borin growled, hefting his hammer. He charged into the fray, his movements a blur of brute strength and precision. The delvers didn¡¯t stand a chance. But Thrain wasn¡¯t done. He raised Stormbreaker, the runes on its head flaring to life. With a roar, he brought the hammer down, sending a shockwave rippling through the ground. The force of the impact shattered the dungeon¡¯s outer defenses, sending gears and pipes flying. Victor¡¯s core flared with pain as the shockwave reverberated through his structure. The hologram flickered, its text warping as the System struggled to compensate.
Warning: Structural Integrity Critical. Mana Reserves: 40/100.
The Turning Point Victor knew he couldn¡¯t hold out much longer. The guild¡¯s assault was relentless, and his defenses were crumbling. But he wasn¡¯t alone. Aelin stood at the entrance, her bow singing as she picked off delvers with unerring accuracy. Borin fought like a man possessed, his hammer crushing anything that got too close. Pip worked tirelessly in the workshop, her hands a blur as she repaired damaged traps and reinforced the walls. ¡°We need to buy time!¡± Victor shouted, his voice echoing through the dungeon. With a mental command, he activated the Kinetic Shockwave Tower, a larger, more powerful version of the piston jump traps, slamming the ground with enough force to send the delvers stumbling backward. The guild¡¯s formation broke, their ranks thrown into disarray. ¡°Fall back!¡± Thrain shouted, his voice filled with rage. ¡°Regroup and press the attack!¡± But Victor wasn¡¯t about to give them the chance. The dungeon¡¯s treads groaned as it began to move, its brass walls creaking under the strain.
The Escape The guild¡¯s pursuit was relentless, but Victor¡¯s mobility gave him an edge. He led them on a chase through the Wildwood, using the terrain to his advantage. The Clockwork Falcons swooped down from above, their blade wings slicing through the delvers¡¯ ranks. By dawn, the guild had fallen behind, their shouts fading into the distance. Victor¡¯s dungeon rolled to a halt in a secluded valley, its brass walls battered but intact. Interlude - Levelling Up Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.
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The Scrapyard ¡° Chapter 6: The New Threat ¡° ¡° The Goblin Infestation ¡° ¡°
The Goblin Warband ¡°
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Stem the Tide ¡° ¡°WAAAGH!
The Goblin Retreat
Aelin¡¯s Precision ¡°
Borin¡¯s Fury ¡°
Pip¡¯s Ingenuity ¡°
The Steam Sentinels¡¯ Last Stand ¡°OI YOU LOT! STOP MUCKIN'' ABOUT AN'' GET BACK ''ERE
The Aftermath ¡°We did it,¡± Pip murmured, her voice tinged with wonder. ¡°I can¡¯t believe we actually pulled it.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t start celebrating just yet,¡± Borin grunted, his voice rough but not without warmth. ¡°This isn¡¯t over. They¡¯ll return.¡± ¡°And when they do,¡± Victor interjected, his core glowing with unwavering resolve, ¡°we¡¯ll be waiting.¡± Chapter 7: Scrapyard Revisted
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The First Challenge ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° Chapter 9: The Control Room ¡° Victor¡¯s voice emanated from S-01, his tone cautious but intrigued. ¡°Be careful, Pip. We¡¯re not here to reactivate the factory¡ªjust to loot what we can. If the power comes back on, it might trigger security systems or draw unwanted attention. We need to be in and out as quickly as possible.¡± Pip nodded, already pulling tools from her satchel. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ve got this. I¡¯ll just reroute enough power to get the systems online temporarily. We don¡¯t need the whole factory running¡ªjust enough to find what we¡¯re looking for.¡± She set to work, her hands moving frantically as she connected wires, flipped switches, and adjusted dials. The others watched in silence, the tension in the room palpable. Aelin kept her eyes on the door, her bow half-drawn, while Borin leaned against a console, his hammer resting at his side.Victor stood guard, his mechanical body poised and ready for any threat. After several tense minutes, the consoles began to hum softly, their screens flickering to life with static. Pip let out a triumphant laugh, her goggles reflecting the glow of the screens. ¡°Almost there¡­¡± she muttered, her fingers flying over the controls. ¡°Just need to bypass the security locks and access the inventory logs¡­¡± The factory shuddered, a deep, resonant vibration that seemed to come from the very foundations of the building. The group exchanged uneasy glances as the hum grew louder, the sound of gears grinding and pipes hissing filling the air. The control room¡¯s lights flickered, then steadied, casting a harsh, industrial glow over the room. ¡° Victor¡¯s voice came through S-01, calm but firm. ¡°Good work, Pip. Let¡¯s move quickly. Aelin, Borin, keep an eye out for any more guardians or traps. Pip, you¡¯re with me. We¡¯ll head to the vault first¡ªit¡¯s the most likely place to find high-value materials.¡± The group moved swiftly, following the map Pip had pulled up. The factory was a maze of corridors and catwalks, but with the map guiding them, they made steady progress. Along the way, they passed rows of dormant sentinels and stacks of crates, some of which Pip stopped to inspect. She stuffed a few smaller components into her satchel, muttering about their potential uses. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. When they reached the vault, they found it sealed by a massive, rusted door. Pip immediately set to work on the control panel, her tools sparking as she worked to bypass the lock. ¡°This might take a minute,¡± she said, her voice tense with concentration. ¡°Whoever designed this security system knew what they were doing.¡± As Pip worked, Aelin and Borin kept watch, their weapons at the ready. S-01 stood guard, its glowing eyes scanning the shadows for any signs of movement. Finally, with a loud clunk, the vault door began to creak open, revealing a treasure trove of materials inside. The vault was filled with shelves of pristine components, neatly organized and untouched by time. There were power cores glowing faintly with residual energy, stacks of rare metals, and even a few intact blueprints and schematics. Pip¡¯s eyes widened as she stepped inside, her hands trembling with excitement. ¡°This¡­ this is incredible,¡± she whispered. ¡°We could build an army with this stuff!¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with satisfaction, his voice emanating from S-01. ¡°Grab everything you can. We don¡¯t have time to be picky. Aelin, Borin, help Pip load up. We need to be out of here before anything else shows up.¡± The group worked quickly, filling their packs and satchels with as much as they could carry. Pip carefully rolled up the blueprints and tucked them into a protective tube, while Borin hefted a crate of power cores onto his shoulder. Aelin kept watch, her sharp eyes scanning the shadows for any signs of danger. Just as they were about to leave, the factory¡¯s PA system crackled to life, a robotic voice echoing through the halls. ¡°Intruders detected. Security protocols activated. All exits sealed.¡± ¡°No, no, no!¡± Pip shouted, rushing back to the control panel. ¡°I can override it, but it¡¯ll take time!¡± ¡°We don¡¯t have time!¡± Aelin snapped, her voice sharp with urgency. ¡°We need to go¡ªnow!¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with frustration, his voice emanating from S-01. ¡°Leave the rest! We can¡¯t risk getting trapped in here. Move!¡± Reluctantly, the group abandoned the vault, leaving behind most of the loot. They sprinted through the factory, the blaring alarm and flashing lights disorienting them at every turn. As they neared the exit, they found the doors sliding shut, heavy metal barriers grinding into place. ¡°I''ll clear the way!¡± Victor commanded. The Steam Sentinel surged forward, its piston-powered fists slamming into the closing doors with enough force to dent the metal. The doors shuddered, their mechanisms groaning under the strain, but they didn¡¯t stop. Borin joined in, his hammer striking the doors with a deafening clang. Between the two of them, they managed to force the doors open just enough for the group to slip through. They burst out into the open air, the factory¡¯s alarms still blaring behind them. The group didn¡¯t stop running until they were a safe distance away, their chests heaving and their packs much lighter than they had hoped. Pip collapsed onto the ground, her face a mix of frustration and exhaustion. ¡°We were so close,¡± she muttered, clutching the few blueprints they had managed to save. ¡°We had it all right there¡­¡± Victor¡¯s calming voice came through S-0, ¡°We got out alive, and we still have something to show for it. That¡¯s what matters. The factory¡¯s security systems will keep anyone else from looting it for now. We¡¯ll regroup, come up with a new plan, and go back when we¡¯re ready.¡± Aelin nodded, her expression grim. ¡°Victor¡¯s right. We live to fight another day. But next time, we¡¯ll be smarter about it.¡± Borin grunted, adjusting the crate of power cores on his shoulder. ¡°At least we didn¡¯t leave empty-handed. Let¡¯s get back and put this stuff to use before the goblins or the Stormhammer Guild show up.¡± As the group moved on, the factory¡¯s alarms faded into the distance, a reminder of the risks they had taken¡ªand the rewards they had narrowly missed. They had survived, but the encounter had left them with more questions than answers. What other secrets did the factory hold? And how far were they willing to go to claim them? For now, those questions would have to wait. They had a base to fortify and enemies to prepare for. The fight was far from over. Chapter 10: Upgrading the Mobile Dungeon ¡°
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Chapter 11: Aelins Tale With Borin out scavenging and Pip tinkering in her workshop Aelin decided to take a rest in Victor¡¯s core room. Its glow, casting a warm light over the central chamber, helped her relax. Aelin took a seat near Victor''s core, sharpening her arrows with a practiced hand, her expression thoughtful. Victor, sensing her quiet introspection, decided to reach out. ¡°Aelin,¡± he said through his speakers, his voice calm and measured. ¡°You¡¯ve been quiet since we got back. Is something on your mind?¡± Aelin looked up, her sharp eyes meeting the glowing gaze of the core. She hesitated for a moment, then set down her arrow and leaned back against the wall. ¡°Just thinking about the world out there,¡± she said. ¡°How much it¡¯s changed¡ªand how much it hasn¡¯t.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with curiosity. ¡°What do you mean?¡± Aelin sighed, her gaze drifting to the ceiling as if she could see through it to the sky above. ¡°The world¡¯s always been a hard place, Victor. Goblins, bandits, guilds like the Stormhammer¡ªthey¡¯ve always been around, preying on the weak. But it wasn¡¯t always like this. There used to be more¡­ balance. More good people willing to stand up for what¡¯s right.¡± She paused, her fingers tracing the edge of her bow. ¡°I grew up in a small village, far from here. It was peaceful, for a time. We had our troubles, sure, but we looked out for each other. Then the goblins came. They burned everything¡ªhomes, crops, even the people who couldn¡¯t run fast enough. I was just a kid, but I¡¯ll never forget the sound of their laughter as they destroyed everything I loved.¡± Victor¡¯s core dimmed slightly, a sign of his empathy. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Aelin. That¡¯s¡­ a heavy burden to carry.¡± Aelin nodded, her expression hardening. ¡°It is. But it¡¯s also why I fight. I couldn¡¯t save my village, but I can make sure no one else has to go through what I did. That¡¯s why I joined up with you. You¡¯re different, Victor. You¡¯re not just looking out for yourself¡ªyou¡¯re trying to protect people. That¡¯s rare in this world.¡± You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. Victor¡¯s core pulsed softly, a warm glow spreading through the chamber. ¡°I don¡¯t remember much about who I was before this,¡± he said. ¡°But I do know that I want to make a difference. To protect the people who can¡¯t protect themselves. And I¡¯m glad to have allies like you by my side.¡± Aelin smiled faintly, a rare expression for her. ¡°You¡¯re not so bad yourself, for a dungeon core. But don¡¯t let it go to your head.¡± Victor chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. ¡°Noted. But tell me more about the world. What else should I know?¡± Aelin leaned forward, her expression serious. ¡°The world¡¯s divided, Victor. There are the cities, ruled by the guilds and the wealthy. They¡¯ve got walls, soldiers, and enough resources to keep themselves safe. But outside those walls? It¡¯s chaos. Goblins, bandits, and worse. The strong prey on the weak, and the weak either die or become strong themselves.¡± She paused, her eyes narrowing. ¡°And then there¡¯s the Stormhammer Guild. They¡¯re not just another guild¡ªthey¡¯re a force. They¡¯ve got money, power, and no qualms about using both to get what they want. If they¡¯ve got their sights set on you, they won¡¯t stop until they¡¯ve either taken you apart or turned you into one of their weapons.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with determination. ¡°Then we¡¯ll have to make sure they can¡¯t do either.¡± Aelin nodded, her expression grim. ¡°We will. But it won¡¯t be easy. They¡¯ve got resources we can¡¯t even imagine, and they¡¯re not afraid to use them. We¡¯ll need to be smarter, faster, and stronger if we¡¯re going to survive.¡± Victor¡¯s core glowed brighter, a sign of his resolve. ¡°Then that¡¯s what we¡¯ll do. We¡¯ll keep improving, keep adapting. And we¡¯ll make sure that anyone who comes after us regrets it.¡± Aelin smiled again, this time with a hint of pride. ¡°That¡¯s the spirit. But remember, Victor¡ªthis world doesn¡¯t give second chances. We¡¯ve got to be ready for anything.¡± As the two sat in silence, the weight of Aelin¡¯s words hung in the air. The world was a harsh and unforgiving place, but with allies like Aelin, Borin, and Pip by his side, Victor knew they had a fighting chance. And for now, that was enough. Fortifying the Dungeon By the time Borin and S-01 had returned, Pip and Aelin had already made significant progress. The central chamber was now lined with reinforced walls, and the first of the automated turrets was operational, its multiple barrels scanning the area with a quiet hum. Pip was elbow-deep in the mobile defense unit, her face smudged with grease as she connected the final wires. ¡°Perfect timing!¡± she called out as Borin and S-01 entered. ¡°We¡¯ve got the turrets up and running, but we need more scrap to finish the barriers and get this beauty online.¡± She patted the mobile defense unit affectionately. Borin dumped the scrap metal onto the floor with a clatter. ¡°Hope this is enough. We cleared out what we could find.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with satisfaction as he observed the progress. ¡°You¡¯ve done well,¡± he said through S-01. ¡°But we¡¯re not done yet. We need to think about traps, hidden passages, and maybe even a few decoy cores to throw off any attackers.¡± Aelin nodded, her expression grim. ¡°We¡¯ll need to be smart about it. The Stormhammer Guild won¡¯t fall for simple tricks. We¡¯ll have to make sure every trap is well-hidden and every defense is perfectly placed.¡± As the group worked, the dungeon continued to evolve, its defenses growing stronger and more sophisticated with each passing hour. By the time they were done, the central chamber was a fortress, its walls lined with turrets and its corridors filled with deadly traps. Victor¡¯s core pulsed with a sense of pride as he surveyed the upgrades. ¡°You¡¯ve done all you can for now,¡± he said through S-01. ¡°But this is just the beginning. We¡¯ll need to keep improving, keep adapting. The goblins and the Stormhammer Guild won¡¯t stop coming, and neither will we.¡± With the materials they had gathered and the progress they had made, he knew it was time to take the next step. His core pulsed brighter, a deep, resonant hum filling the chamber as he began to channel his energy outward. The walls of the dungeon shuddered, the sound of grinding stone and shifting metal echoing through the corridors. ¡°What¡¯s happening?¡± Aelin asked, her hand instinctively going to her bow. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. Pip¡¯s eyes widened as she watched the walls expand, new corridors branching off from the central chamber. ¡°He¡¯s growing the dungeon,¡± she said, her voice filled with awe. ¡°Victor¡¯s increasing his size!¡± Borin grinned, hefting his hammer. ¡°About time. We were starting to get a little cramped in here.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with amusement as the dungeon continued to expand. But this was no ordinary expansion. The air around them seemed to warp and shimmer, a faint, otherworldly glow emanating from the walls. The interior of the dungeon grew at an astonishing rate, new rooms and corridors forming faster than the eye could follow. Yet, from the outside, the dungeon¡¯s exterior remained largely unchanged, its footprint barely shifting. ¡°Spatial magic,¡± Pip whispered, her voice tinged with wonder. ¡°Victor¡¯s manipulating space itself to make the interior larger than the exterior. It¡¯s¡­ incredible.¡± Aelin¡¯s sharp eyes scanned the new layout, her expression a mix of awe and caution. ¡°This changes everything. We can have more space for defenses, traps, and supplies without drawing attention from the outside. The goblins and the Stormhammer Guild won¡¯t know what hit them.¡± Borin chuckled, leaning on his hammer. ¡°And more space means more room for traps. I like it.¡± Victor¡¯s voice emanated from S-01, calm but filled with pride. ¡°This is just the beginning. With more resources, we can continue to grow and improve. But for now, this should give us the space we need to prepare for whatever comes next.¡± Pip rushed over to one of the new rooms, her eyes sparkling with excitement. ¡°This is perfect! I can set up a proper workshop here, with enough space to build and test new inventions. And look at these conduits¡ªthey¡¯re already connected to the power grid!¡± Aelin nodded, her sharp eyes scanning the new layout. ¡°The hidden passages will give us an advantage if we¡¯re attacked. We can move around without being seen, and set up ambushes if necessary.¡± As the others began to explore the new additions, Victor¡¯s core pulsed softly, a quiet reminder of the bond they had all forged¡ªnot just as allies, but as something more. A family, perhaps, bound together by shared purpose and unspoken trust. And for Victor, that was worth more than all the loot in the world. With the dungeon expanded and their defenses stronger than ever, the group knew that their greatest challenges were still ahead. But with Victor at their side, they were ready to face them. Together, they would continue to grow, adapt, and fight for a better future. Chapter 12 : The Mobile Defense Unit Pip¡¯s Perspective Later that evening, as the others rested, Pip was still tinkering with the mobile defense unit, her hands moving with a frenetic energy that seemed to defy exhaustion. Victor, observing her through S-01, decided to engage her in conversation. The Steam Sentinel approached quietly, its heavy footsteps softened by the hum of the dungeon¡¯s machinery. ¡°Pip,¡± Victor said through S-01, his voice calm but curious. ¡°You¡¯ve been at it for hours. Don¡¯t you ever rest?¡± Pip looked up, her goggles reflecting the glow of the Sentinel¡¯s eyes. She grinned, her face smudged with grease and her hair sticking out in every direction. ¡°Rest? Who has time for rest when there¡¯s so much to build? Besides, this thing is almost ready to go. Just a few more adjustments, and it¡¯ll be the most advanced piece of tech in the region!¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with amusement. ¡°You¡¯re relentless. But tell me, Pip¡ªwhat drives you? You¡¯re not like Aelin or Borin. You don¡¯t seem to have a tragic past or a score to settle. So why do you fight?¡± Pip set down her wrench and leaned back, her expression thoughtful for once. ¡°You¡¯re right, I¡¯m not like them. I didn¡¯t lose a village or have my life torn apart by goblins. But that doesn¡¯t mean I don¡¯t have a reason to fight.¡± She paused, her gaze drifting to the half-finished mobile defense unit. ¡°I grew up in the city, Victor. One of the big ones, with walls and guilds and all that nonsense. My family was poor¡ªscratching out a living in the shadow of the guilds. But my dad, he was a tinkerer. He taught me everything I know. How to take things apart, how to put them back together, how to make something out of nothing.¡± Her voice softened, a rare moment of vulnerability breaking through her usual exuberance. ¡°He always said the world was broken, but that didn¡¯t mean we couldn¡¯t fix it. He believed in making things better, even if it was just one gear at a time. But the guilds¡­ they didn¡¯t like that. They didn¡¯t like someone who could build things they couldn¡¯t control. So they came for him. Took him away, along with all his inventions.¡± Victor¡¯s core dimmed slightly. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Pip. That must have been hard.¡± Pip nodded, her usual grin replaced by a somber expression. ¡°It was. But it also taught me something important. The world¡¯s broken, just like my dad said. But it¡¯s not just broken because of the goblins or the guilds. It¡¯s broken because people like my dad¡ªpeople who want to fix things¡ªget pushed down. And I¡¯m not going to let that happen anymore.¡± She picked up her wrench again, her determination returning. ¡°That¡¯s why I fight, Victor. Not because I¡¯ve got a score to settle, but because I want to build something better. A world where people like my dad can create without fear. Where we don¡¯t have to live in the shadow of the guilds or the goblins. And if that means I¡¯ve got to tinker my way through a hundred factories and fight off a thousand goblins, then so be it.¡± Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. Victor¡¯s core pulsed with admiration. ¡°You¡¯re incredible, Pip. The way you see the world¡ªit¡¯s inspiring. You don¡¯t just see what¡¯s broken; you see what it could be.¡± Pip grinned, her usual energy returning. ¡°Well, someone¡¯s got to dream, right? And besides, I¡¯ve got you and the others to help me make it happen. Between your dungeon, Aelin¡¯s arrows, Borin¡¯s hammer, and my inventions, I¡¯d say we¡¯ve got a pretty good shot at fixing this mess.¡± Victor chuckled through S-01, the sound warm and resonant. ¡°I¡¯d say you¡¯re right. But tell me, Pip¡ªwhat¡¯s your dream? If you could build anything, what would it be?¡± Pip¡¯s eyes lit up, her imagination clearly running wild. ¡°Oh, that¡¯s easy. I¡¯d build a city, Victor. A real city, not like the ones the guilds control. A place where anyone can come and create, where the only limit is your imagination. No walls, no guilds, no goblins¡ªjust people working together to make something amazing.¡± She gestured to the mobile defense unit. ¡°This? This is just the beginning. One day, I¡¯m going to build something that changes everything. And when I do, you¡¯ll be there to see it.¡± Victor¡¯s core glowed brightly, a sign of his excitement. ¡°I¡¯ll hold you to that, Pip. And I¡¯ll do everything I can to help you get there.¡± Pip laughed, her usual exuberance fully restored. ¡°Good! Now, hand me that spanner, will you? This thing¡¯s not going to build itself.¡±
The Mobile Defense Unit Hours later, Pip finally stepped back from her workbench, wiping her hands on her grease-stained overalls. Her face was a mix of exhaustion and triumph as she admired her latest creation. The mobile defense unit was a marvel of engineering, a compact yet formidable machine designed to protect the dungeon¡¯s allies and repel invaders. Its body was a sleek, armored shell made of reinforced brass and steel, polished to a gleaming finish despite the chaos of the workshop. Four articulated legs, each tipped with claw-like grips, allowed it to traverse uneven terrain with ease. At its core was a glowing mana crystal, connected to a network of pipes and gears that hummed with energy. Mounted on its back was a rotating turret equipped with twin mana cannons, capable of firing concentrated bursts of energy at distant targets. On its sides, retractable blades extended for close-quarters combat, their edges shimmering with enchantments. A small, spherical sensor orb sat atop the unit, constantly scanning its surroundings and feeding information back to Victor¡¯s core. ¡°There,¡± Pip said, her voice tinged with pride. ¡°The MDU-01. Mobile, versatile, and ready to kick some goblin butt.¡± Victor observed the unit through S-01, his core pulsing with approval. ¡°It¡¯s incredible, Pip. You¡¯ve outdone yourself.¡± Pip grinned, leaning against the workbench. ¡°Just wait until you see it in action. This little beauty can hold its own against a small army. And with a few more tweaks, it¡¯ll be even better.¡± As Pip powered up the MDU-01, its sensor orb flickered to life, casting a soft blue glow across the workshop. The unit¡¯s legs shifted, testing their range of motion, while the turret rotated smoothly, locking onto imaginary targets. Victor¡¯s core pulsed with a sense of hope. The world was broken, yes, but with people like Pip in it, there was a chance to fix it. Chapter 13: The Journey Begins With the upgrades complete, Victor¡¯s dungeon¡ªnow a true Wagon-Fortress¡ªrolled forward, its massive treads grinding against the uneven forest floor. The sound of crunching leaves and snapping twigs echoed through the trees as the fortress advanced, a mechanical behemoth bristling with weaponry and glowing with the faint hum of mana. The forest seemed to part before it, as if the very earth recognized the significance of their journey. The Steam Sentinels patrolled the perimeter, their towering frames casting long shadows in the dappled sunlight. Their glowing eyes scanned the treeline with mechanical precision, ever vigilant for any sign of movement. Each Sentinel moved with a deliberate, rhythmic gait, their steam vents hissing softly as they maintained their watch. Above, the Clockwork Falcons soared, their blade wings glinting in the sunlight as they sliced through the air. The falcons darted between the trees, their sharp eyes scanning for threats from above. Their movements were fluid and graceful, a stark contrast to the lumbering power of the Wagon-Fortress below. Aelin, Borin, and Pip rode on the roof of the fortress, their expressions a mix of excitement and apprehension. The wind whipped through their hair as they watched the forest roll by, the rhythmic clanking of the treads beneath them a constant reminder of the power they now commanded. Aelin stood at the edge of the roof, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon. Her bow was slung across her back, and her hand rested on the hilt of a dagger at her side. ¡°This is it,¡± she said, her voice as precise as the arrows she fired. ¡°The Scrap Titan could be the key to our survival. If we can harness its power, we¡¯ll have a fighting chance against whatever¡¯s out there.¡± Borin leaned against the railing, his massive arms crossed over his chest. His hammer rested at his feet, its head gleaming with freshly polished steel. ¡°Or our doom,¡± he rumbled, his tone gruff but not unkind. ¡°That thing¡¯s been buried for a reason. If it was easy to control, someone would¡¯ve done it by now.¡± The Iron Road The rocky expanse stretched endlessly before Victor¡¯s Wagon-Fortress, its jagged terrain a stark contrast to the dense forests they had left behind. Towering cliffs and boulders loomed like ancient monoliths, their shadows stretching across the barren landscape. The air was dry and filled with the faint scent of dust and minerals, and the only sounds were the crunch of gravel under the fortress¡¯s treads and the occasional whistle of wind through the crags. Victor¡¯s core pulsed steadily, casting a warm bronze glow through the dungeon¡¯s brass walls. The Steam Sentinels patrolled the perimeter, their piston-powered fists gleaming in the sunlight, while the Clockwork Falcons Mk. II soared overhead, their blade wings glinting as they sliced through the open sky. Aelin, Borin, and Pip rode on the roof, their expressions a mix of excitement and apprehension as they surveyed the harsh landscape. ¡°Feels strange being out here after all that time in the forest,¡± Borin muttered, his hammer resting on his shoulder. ¡°Too many rocks, not enough cover. Feels like we¡¯re sitting ducks out here.¡± Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. ¡°The forest was predictable,¡± Aelin replied, her sharp eyes scanning the jagged terrain. ¡°This place? It¡¯s a maze of blind spots and ambush points. We¡¯ll need to stay sharp.¡± Pip, ever the optimist, was busy tinkering with a small device. She held it up triumphantly, the brass and crystal gadget gleaming in the sunlight. ¡°Check this out! I call it the Aether Compass. It¡¯s designed to detect mana signatures¡ªlike a treasure map for energy sources. If we can boost its signal, we¡¯ll be able to track resources or even hidden dangers from miles away. Imagine what we could find out here!¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with curiosity. ¡°How close are you to finishing it?¡± ¡°Almost there,¡± Pip said, her hands moving frantically as she adjusted a few dials. ¡°Just need to¡ª¡± Before she could finish, one of the Clockwork Falcons let out a sharp, mechanical cry. Its sensor orb flashed, and a signal was relayed back to Victor¡¯s core. ¡°The falcons have spotted something,¡± Victor announced, his voice calm but intrigued. ¡°A road¡ªcutting through the rocks. It looks man-made.¡± Aelin squinted in the direction Victor indicated. ¡°There,¡± she said, pointing to a winding, weathered trail etched into the landscape. ¡°It¡¯s faint, but it¡¯s there. See the grooves in the stone? Those are wheel marks.¡± Borin stepped closer to the edge of the roof, his sharp eyes following the trail. ¡°Aye, that¡¯s no natural formation. This must be the Iron Road.¡± ¡°The Iron Road?¡± Pip asked, her curiosity piqued as she set aside her Aether Compass for a moment. ¡°It¡¯s an old mining route,¡± Borin explained. ¡°Used to be the main path miners took to haul ore and materials from the mines in these mountains to the rest of the kingdom. They¡¯d load up carts with iron, copper, and whatever else they dug up, then roll them down this road to the trade hubs. It was a lifeline for the region¡ªuntil the mines dried up and the goblins moved in.¡± Aelin nodded, her expression thoughtful. ¡°If this is the Iron Road, it could lead us straight to the heart of the mining district. That¡¯s where we¡¯re most likely to find information and supplies.¡± Pip grinned, her excitement palpable. ¡°Then what are we waiting for? Let¡¯s follow it! With the Wagon-Fortress and my Aether Compass, we¡¯ll be unstoppable.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with resolve. The Iron Road was a relic of a bygone era, but it could be pivotal point in their journey. ¡°Agreed,¡± he said through S-01, his voice calm but firm. ¡°Let¡¯s move forward¡ªbut stay vigilant. If this road was abandoned, there¡¯s no telling what we might find along the way.¡± With that, the Wagon-Fortress rumbled to life once more, its treads grinding against the ancient stones of the Iron Road. The group pressed onward, their eyes scanning the cliffs and boulders for signs of danger¡ªor opportunity. Just as they began to pick up speed, a faint groan echoed through the rocks, low and guttural, like the sound of something ancient stirring. Borin¡¯s grip tightened on his hammer. ¡°What was that?¡± Aelin¡¯s bow was already drawn, her sharp eyes scanning the shadows. ¡°Stay alert,¡± she said, her voice low. ¡°Whatever it is, it¡¯s close.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with caution. The Iron Road had been abandoned for a reason, and the sound was a stark reminder that they were not alone. Chapter 14: A Stranger In Need The group followed the sound of faint groaning to a clearing, where a lone man lay slumped against a jagged boulder. His leather armor was torn and bloodied, and a deep gash ran across his shoulder. His head hung low, his breathing shallow, and he was clearly unconscious. The ground around him was scuffed, as though he had dragged himself there before collapsing. ¡°Over here!¡± Pip called, rushing forward with her usual disregard for caution. She knelt beside the man, her hands already moving to check his pulse. ¡°He¡¯s alive, but barely. We need to get him to the infirmary¡ªnow.¡± Aelin kept her bow drawn, her sharp eyes scanning the surrounding rocks for signs of an ambush. ¡°This could be a trap. We don¡¯t know who he is or what happened to him.¡± Borin stepped forward, his hammer resting on his shoulder. ¡°Doesn¡¯t matter. If he¡¯s alive, he might have information. And if he¡¯s trouble, we can deal with him later.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with agreement. ¡°Bring him inside. I¡¯ve just finished constructing a new infirmary for situations like this. It¡¯s equipped to handle injuries like his.¡± With Borin¡¯s help, Pip hoisted the man onto her shoulders, grunting under his weight. The Steam Sentinels moved in to assist, their mechanical arms carefully lifting the unconscious figure and carrying him into the Wagon-Fortress. The group followed, their expressions a mix of curiosity and wariness. The Infirmary The infirmary was a small but well-equipped room within the Wagon-Fortress, its walls lined with brass pipes and glowing mana crystals. A cot sat in the center, surrounded by shelves filled with bandages, salves, and strange devices that were cobbled together. The Steam Sentinels laid the man down gently, and Pip immediately set to work, cleaning his wounds and applying a salve to the gash on his shoulder. ¡°This place is amazing,¡± Pip said, her eyes wide as she took in the new infirmary. ¡°When did you build this, Victor?¡± ¡°Just recently,¡± Victor replied, his voice calm but proud. ¡°I realized we needed a dedicated space for treating injuries, especially with the dangers we¡¯ve been facing. It¡¯s equipped with everything we need to stabilize and heal the wounded.¡± Aelin leaned against the wall, her arms crossed. ¡°Good thinking. We¡¯ve been lucky so far, but it was only a matter of time before someone got hurt.¡± Borin grunted, his arms crossed as he watched from the doorway. ¡°Let¡¯s just hope this guy¡¯s worth the trouble.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with caution. ¡°We¡¯ll know soon enough. For now, let¡¯s focus on keeping him alive.¡± Hale Awakens It wasn¡¯t long before the man stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He groaned, his hand instinctively moving to his shoulder before he realized it had been bandaged. His fingers brushed against the clean, tightly wrapped cloth, and he frowned, clearly confused. His gaze darted around the room, taking in the strange surroundings¡ªthe brass walls etched with intricate gears, the soft glow of mana crystals embedded in the ceiling, and the group of strangers watching him with a mix of curiosity and wariness. Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. ¡°Where¡­ where am I?¡± he muttered, his voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. Pip stepped forward, her tone cheerful but firm. ¡°You¡¯re in the infirmary of Victor the mobile dungeon. You¡¯re lucky we found you. You were in pretty bad shape when we brought you in.¡± The man¡¯s eyes narrowed as he tried to sit up, wincing as the movement pulled at his wound. ¡°Mobile dungeon?¡± he repeated, his voice tinged with disbelief. ¡°What in the name of the gods¡­?¡± Aelin stepped forward, her bow still in hand, though she kept it lowered. Her sharp eyes studied him carefully, searching for any sign of deception. ¡°Who are you?¡± she demanded, her tone as sharp as the arrows she fired. The man raised a hand, as if to show he meant no harm. His movements were smooth despite his injuries, and there was a roguish charm in the way he carried himself. His leather armor, though torn and bloodied, was finely crafted, with intricate tooling that hinted at a life of adventure¡ªor perhaps trouble. ¡°Name¡¯s Captain Hale,¡± he said, his voice gaining a bit of strength. ¡°Leader of the Iron Trader Convoy. And you¡­ are either the luckiest folks I¡¯ve ever met, or the most dangerous.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with curiosity. ¡°What do you mean?¡± Hale gestured weakly at the walls around him, his eyes lingering on the glowing mana crystals and the faint hum of machinery that filled the room. ¡°A moving dungeon? And it¡¯s sentient? That¡¯s not something you see every day. Most dungeons are just¡­ well, dungeons. Static, mindless, and deadly. But you¡­ you¡¯re something else entirely.¡± Pip stepped forward, her curiosity outweighing her caution. ¡°What happened to you? How did you end up out here, half-dead in the middle of nowhere?¡± Hale¡¯s expression darkened, and he let out a low, pained sigh. ¡°Rust Pirates,¡± he said, grimacing as he shifted his weight. ¡°They ambushed my convoy a few days ago. Hit us hard and fast. We didn¡¯t stand a chance. I barely got away, and my people¡­ they¡¯re scattered. Some might still be alive, but the pirates are still out there, picking through the wreckage.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with caution. ¡°Why should we trust you? For all we know, you could be working with these pirates.¡± Hale laughed bitterly, the sound dry and humorless. ¡°You shouldn¡¯t trust me. Not yet, anyway. But if you help me get back to my convoy, I¡¯ll reward you. We¡¯ve got supplies¡ªgears, mana crystals, rare metals, anything a dungeon could need. And if you¡¯re as smart as you seem, you¡¯ll realize that¡¯s an offer worth considering.¡± Pip¡¯s eyes lit up at the mention of mana crystals. ¡°Mana crystals? Those could power the Frost Core for weeks! Victor, this could be exactly what we need.¡± Borin crossed his arms, his expression skeptical. ¡°Sounds too good to be true. How do we know this isn¡¯t some kind of trap? For all we know, he¡¯s leading us straight into an ambush.¡± Hale¡¯s jaw tightened, and he met Borin¡¯s gaze with a steely look of his own. ¡°I¡¯ve got no love for the Rust Pirates. They¡¯ve cost me everything¡ªmy convoy, my people, maybe even my life if you hadn¡¯t found me. I¡¯m not asking you to trust me. I¡¯m asking you to trust that we¡¯ve got a common enemy. And if you help me, we both win.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with resolve. ¡°We¡¯ll consider it,¡± he said, his voice calm but firm. ¡°But for now, rest. You¡¯re in no condition to go anywhere.¡± Hale nodded, leaning back against the cot with a weary sigh. ¡°Fair enough. But don¡¯t take too long. Time isn¡¯t on our side. Every hour we waste is another hour the pirates have to strip my convoy bare¡ªor worse, hunt down the survivors.¡± Pip placed a hand on his shoulder, her tone softer now. ¡°We¡¯ll figure something out. Just focus on getting your strength back.¡± As Hale closed his eyes and drifted back into a restless sleep, the group exchanged glances. The infirmary was silent except for the faint hum of machinery and the steady rhythm of Hale¡¯s breathing. Chapter 15: The Discussion As Hale drifted back into a restless sleep, the group gathered outside the infirmary, their voices hushed but urgent. The dim glow of mana crystals cast long shadows on the brass walls of the corridor, and the faint hum of the Wagon-Fortress¡¯s systems filled the air. Aelin leaned against the wall, her arms crossed and her sharp eyes narrowed in thought. Borin stood nearby, his broad shoulders and stocky frame giving him an imposing presence despite his shorter stature. Pip fiddled with a small gadget in her hands, her usual energy undimmed by the gravity of the situation. ¡°He could be useful,¡± Aelin said, her voice low but firm. ¡°If he¡¯s telling the truth about the convoy, those supplies could make a difference. Mana crystals, rare metals¡ªwe could use all of it.¡± Borin crossed his arms, his expression skeptical. ¡°Or he could be leading us into a trap. We don¡¯t know enough about him. For all we know, he¡¯s working with those Rust Pirates, and this is some kind of setup.¡± Pip grinned, her usual optimism shining through. ¡°Either way, we¡¯re in this together. And with Victor¡¯s upgrades and my inventions, I¡¯d say we¡¯ve got a pretty good shot. Besides, if he¡¯s lying, we¡¯ll figure it out soon enough. I¡¯ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.¡± Aelin raised an eyebrow. ¡°Tricks? Like what?¡± Pip held up the small device she¡¯d been tinkering with¡ªa brass and crystal contraption that whirred softly. ¡°This is the Aether Compass I mentioned earlier. If there¡¯s trouble ahead, we¡¯ll know before it hits us, at least in theory, I''m still working out the kinks but I''m close¡± Borin snorted. ¡°In theory? That¡¯s reassuring.¡± ¡°Hey, it¡¯s better than nothing,¡± Pip shot back, sticking her tongue out at him. Victor¡¯s core pulsed with agreement, his presence felt through the faint hum of the Wagon-Fortress¡¯s systems. He observed his allies through the eyes of the Steam Sentinels and the Clockwork Falcons, their determination fueling his own. Aelin¡¯s precision, Borin¡¯s strength, and Pip¡¯s ingenuity¡ªeach of them brought something vital to the group, and together, they were stronger than they were apart. ¡°We¡¯ll proceed with caution,¡± Victor said, his voice calm but firm. ¡°Hale may be telling the truth, or he may not. Either way, we need to be prepared for anything. The Rust Pirates are a real threat, and if they¡¯re as dangerous as he says, we¡¯ll need every advantage we can get.¡± Aelin nodded, her expression thoughtful. ¡°Agreed. But we can¡¯t afford to waste time. If there are survivors from his convoy, we need to move fast.¡± Borin grunted, his arms still crossed. ¡°And if it¡¯s a trap?¡± ¡°Then we¡¯ll be ready for that too,¡± Aelin replied, her voice as sharp as the arrows she loosed. ¡°We¡¯ve faced worse.¡± Pip grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. ¡°Exactly! And who knows? This could be the start of something big. A moving dungeon, a rogue captain, and a crew of misfits taking on the Rust Pirates? Sounds like the beginning of a legend to me.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with warmth at her words. Despite the dangers ahead, there was a sense of camaraderie among them¡ªa shared purpose that made the journey feel less daunting. The Wagon-Fortress rolled onward, its treads crushing stone and dirt beneath its weight, and Victor felt a flicker of hope. It was a small spark, but it grew brighter with each passing moment. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. The journey had only just begun, and the road ahead was uncertain. But Victor was ready. Together, they would face whatever lay ahead.
Building Trust Hale¡¯s Recovery Over the next two days, Hale traveled with the group, his wound slowly healing thanks to Aelin¡¯s herbal remedies. She had a knack for finding the right plants and mixing them into potent salves, and though she rarely spoke about her past, it was clear she had learned her craft through years of practice. Hale, for his part, proved to be a charismatic and resourceful companion. He had a way with words, regaling them with tales of his adventures as they traveled. One evening, as the Wagon-Fortress rolled to a halt in a sheltered canyon, the group gathered around a small fire. The flickering light cast long shadows on the brass walls of the dungeon, and the air was filled with the scent of roasting meat and the faint hum of machinery. Hale leaned back against a crate, his bandaged shoulder resting comfortably as he spun a story about a daring escape from a goblin-infested mine. ¡°So there I was,¡± he said, his voice low and dramatic, ¡°surrounded on all sides, with nothing but a rusty pickaxe and my wits. I knew I had to think fast, so I grabbed a barrel of blasting powder and¡ª¡± ¡°Let me guess,¡± Borin interrupted, his tone dry. ¡°You blew the place up and walked away without a scratch.¡± Hale grinned, his green eyes sparkling in the firelight. ¡°Not quite. I blew the place up, sure, but I also broke three ribs and nearly lost an ear. Still, it was worth it to see the look on those goblins¡¯ faces.¡± Pip laughed, her hands busy tinkering with a small gadget. ¡°You¡¯re either the luckiest man alive or the craziest.¡± ¡°A bit of both, I¡¯d say,¡± Hale replied with a wink. As the fire crackled and the stars began to appear overhead, Hale¡¯s gaze drifted to the Wagon-Fortress. His expression grew thoughtful, and he gestured toward the brass walls. ¡°You¡¯ve got a good thing going here,¡± he said, his tone tinged with admiration. ¡°A mobile fortress, a sentient core, and a crew that knows how to fight. You could go far in this world.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed softly, his voice calm but firm. ¡°We¡¯re just trying to survive. The world¡¯s a dangerous place, and we¡¯ve got our share of enemies.¡± Hale¡¯s smile faded, and he stared into the fire. ¡°Aren¡¯t we all?¡± he said, his voice quieter now. ¡°The world¡¯s a harsh place, especially for folks like us. But together, we might just make it.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with curiosity. ¡°What do you mean, ¡®folks like us¡¯?¡± Hale¡¯s expression darkened, and he hesitated before answering. ¡°Outcasts. Survivors. People who¡¯ve lost everything and will do whatever it takes to survive.¡± He paused, his gaze distant. ¡°I used to have a convoy¡ªa family, of sorts. We travelled the Iron Road, trading goods and helping folks along the way. But the Rust Pirates took that from me. Now, all I¡¯ve got left is the hope that I can rebuild.¡± The group fell silent, the weight of his words settling over them. Aelin¡¯s sharp eyes softened, and even Borin¡¯s usual skepticism seemed to waver. Pip stopped tinkering and looked at Hale with a mix of sympathy and curiosity. Victor¡¯s core pulsed with a strange warmth. Hale¡¯s words resonated with him, stirring memories of his own journey¡ªhow he had woken up as a dungeon core, alone and confused, and how he had found allies in Aelin, Borin, and Pip. They were all survivors in their own way, each carrying the scars of their past. ¡°You¡¯re not alone,¡± Victor said finally, his voice steady. ¡°We¡¯ve all lost much. But we¡¯ve also found each other. That counts for something.¡± Hale looked up, his green eyes meeting the faint glow of Victor¡¯s core. For a moment, he seemed to search for the right words, but all he said was, ¡°Thanks.¡± The conversation left Victor thoughtful. Hale¡¯s words had struck a chord, and he found himself warming to the man. There was a shared understanding between them, a recognition of the struggles they had both faced. As the fire burned low and the group prepared to rest, Victor couldn¡¯t help but feel a flicker of hope. Perhaps meeting Hale would prove to be a blessing rather than a curse. Chapter 16: The Ambush The next day, the group traveled across a vast, rocky plain. The ground was uneven, littered with jagged stones and patches of dry, brittle grass that crunched underfoot. The sky was a pale, washed-out blue, and the air was thick with the scent of dust and the faint metallic tang of ore. The Wagon-Fortress rolled steadily forward, its treads grinding against the rocky terrain, while the Steam Sentinels patrolled the perimeter, their glowing eyes scanning for threats. Pip rode on the roof, her Aether Compass in hand, while Aelin and Borin kept watch from the sides. Hale walked alongside the fortress, his movements light and agile, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. Victor¡¯s core pulsed steadily, his presence felt through the faint hum of the Wagon-Fortress¡¯s systems. ¡°This place gives me the creeps,¡± Borin muttered, his hammer resting on his shoulder. ¡°Too open. Too quiet.¡± ¡°Quiet¡¯s better than the alternative,¡± Aelin replied, her voice sharp as she adjusted her grip on her bow. Pip glanced up from her compass. ¡°I¡¯m not picking up any mana signatures nearby, but that doesn¡¯t mean we¡¯re alone. Stay alert.¡± No sooner had the words left her mouth than a low, guttural growl echoed across the plain. The group froze, their eyes darting to the source of the sound. From behind a cluster of boulders, a pack of Shadow Stalkers emerged¡ªferal, wolf-like creatures with fur as black as night and eyes that glowed like embers. Their movements were fluid and predatory, their growls low and menacing as they circled the group. ¡°Stay close!¡± Aelin shouted, her bow drawn and ready. The Shadow Stalkers moved with unnerving coordination, their glowing eyes fixed on the group. Borin raised his hammer, his muscles tense as he scanned the pack for the first sign of attack. ¡°Victor, we need to move!¡± Pip said, her voice tinged with panic as she clutched her gadget tightly. But before Victor could respond, Hale stepped forward, a pair of daggers gleaming in his hands. ¡°Wait. I¡¯ve dealt with these things before. They¡¯re fast, but they hate fire.¡± ¡°Fire?¡± Borin asked, his tone skeptical. ¡°What good¡¯s that going to do out here?¡± Hale grinned, his green eyes glinting with confidence. ¡°Watch and learn.¡± He reached into his belt and pulled out a small vial of Fire Oil, which he quickly applied to the blades of his daggers. With a swift motion, he struck the daggers together, the friction igniting the oil. The blades burst into flames, casting flickering light across the rocky plain. The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. The Shadow Stalkers hesitated, their glowing eyes narrowing as they recoiled from the flames. Hale didn¡¯t wait for them to regroup. With a fluid, almost dance-like motion, he darted forward, his movements quick and precise. He slashed at the nearest Stalker, the flaming blade cutting deep into its side. The creature howled as the fire spread across its fur, its movements growing sluggish before it collapsed. The other Stalkers snarled, their glowing eyes darting between Hale and the rest of the group. For a moment, it seemed they might retreat, but then one of them lunged at Aelin. ¡°Now!¡± Hale shouted. Aelin¡¯s arrows flew, striking the Stalkers with unerring accuracy. One arrow pierced a Stalker¡¯s eye, dropping it instantly, while another found its mark in a creature¡¯s throat. Borin charged into the fray, his hammer swinging in wide arcs. The impact of each blow sent shockwaves through the rocky ground, and the Stalkers¡¯ bones crunched under the force. Victor¡¯s Steam Sentinels moved to protect Pip, their piston-powered fists slamming into any Stalker that got too close. The mechanical guardians were relentless, their glowing eyes scanning for threats as they crushed skulls and shattered spines. Pip, meanwhile, stayed close to the Wagon-Fortress, her hands busy with a small device. She leaned in slightly, her voice low as she spoke to Victor through the comm system. ¡°Victor, we¡¯ve got the Mobile Defense Unit ready. Should I deploy it? It could turn the tide in seconds.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with hesitation. ¡°Not yet,¡± he replied, his voice calm but firm. ¡°Let¡¯s keep that as a last resort. I¡¯d rather Hale not know about it for now.¡± Pip nodded, though her expression showed a flicker of concern. ¡°Understood. But if things get worse¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯ll let you know,¡± Victor assured her. The battle was fierce but brief. Within minutes, the pack was defeated, their bodies littering the rocky ground. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the crackling of Hale¡¯s flaming daggers and the faint hum of the Wagon-Fortress¡¯s systems. Hale twirled his daggers before sheathing them, his breathing steady despite the exertion. ¡°Told you they hate fire.¡± Borin grunted, wiping blood from his hammer. ¡°Lucky for us, you had that trick up your sleeve.¡± Hale shrugged. ¡°Call it a thank you for patching me up. Besides, I¡¯ve got a vested interest in keeping you all alive¡ªat least until we reach my convoy.¡± Aelin lowered her bow, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon. ¡°This isn¡¯t over. Shadow Stalkers don¡¯t usually travel in packs this large. Something¡¯s driving them.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with concern. ¡°We need to keep moving. If there are more of them out there, we can¡¯t afford to stay in one place.¡± Pip nodded, her face pale but determined. ¡°I¡¯ll keep scanning for mana signatures. If there¡¯s anything else out there, we¡¯ll know before it gets close.¡± As the group regrouped and prepared to move on, Victor couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that the attack was just the beginning. The rocky plain was vast and unforgiving, and the dangers lurking in its shadows were far from defeated. Chapter 17: The Convoys Fate They reached the convoy at dusk, the fading light casting long shadows across the rocky plain. The wagons stood in a loose circle, their colorful banners fluttering in the wind like tattered flags of a forgotten battle. The scene was eerily silent, save for the creak of wood and the occasional rustle of fabric. Crates of supplies lay scattered around, their contents spilling out¡ªfood, tools, and other goods, all untouched. Aelin stepped forward, her bow nocked and her sharp eyes scanning the area. ¡°Where are your people?¡± she asked, her voice low but firm. Hale limped toward the lead wagon, his hand resting on the hilt of one of his daggers. ¡°Hiding,¡± he said, his tone casual but his eyes darting around. ¡°They¡¯ll regroup once they see I¡¯m alive. They¡¯re loyal like that.¡± Pip didn¡¯t wait for an invitation. She rushed to the nearest crate, prying it open with a crowbar she pulled from her belt. Her eyes widened as she saw the contents. ¡°Victor, look! Mana crystals! And Dwarven steel!¡± She held up a shimmering crystal, its surface catching the last rays of sunlight. ¡°This is exactly what we need!¡± Victor¡¯s core flared with satisfaction. The materials were perfect¡ªenough to power the Frost Core for weeks and reinforce the Wagon-Fortress¡¯s defenses. But as Pip began loading the supplies into the Wagon-Fortress, Victor noticed Hale slipping toward the back of the convoy. His movements were deliberate, his posture tense. ¡°Wait,¡± Victor said, his voice cutting through the stillness. ¡°Where are you going?¡± Hale froze, then turned slowly. The friendly, roguish charm he had displayed earlier was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. ¡°To collect my real reward,¡± he said, his voice flat. Before anyone could react, Hale pulled a horn from his belt and blew into it. The sound was deep and mournful, echoing across the rocky plain like a death knell. Moments later, the ground seemed to come alive as armed men emerged from behind boulders and crevices¡ªdozens of them, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. They moved with practiced precision, surrounding the group in a matter of seconds. ¡°Rust Pirates,¡± Borin growled, his hammer already in hand. His eyes burned with anger as he glared at Hale. ¡°You led us into a trap.¡± Hale shrugged, his expression unapologetic. ¡°Survival¡¯s the name of the game. You do what you have to.¡± Aelin¡¯s bow was drawn in an instant, her arrow aimed directly at Hale¡¯s chest. ¡°You¡¯re dead,¡± she said, her voice as sharp as the arrowhead. Hale raised his hands in mock surrender, though his smirk never wavered. ¡°You¡¯re outnumbered, outgunned, and out of options. But hey, I¡¯m feeling generous. Hand over the Wagon-Fortress, and I¡¯ll let you walk away. Maybe.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with a mix of anger and betrayal. He had suspected Hale¡¯s motives, but the reality of the betrayal still stung. ¡°You¡¯re making a mistake,¡± Victor said, his voice calm but laced with warning. Hale chuckled, though there was no humor in it. ¡°I don¡¯t think so. You¡¯ve got a lot of fancy toys, but you¡¯re still just a dungeon core. And dungeons? They¡¯re meant to be looted.¡± Pip stepped forward, her hands clenched into fists. ¡°You¡¯re a liar and a coward. We trusted you!¡± If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. ¡°And that¡¯s your problem,¡± Hale replied, his tone cold. ¡°Trust is a liability.¡± The Rust Pirates closed in, their weapons raised and their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Aelin¡¯s arrow flew, striking one of the pirates in the shoulder, but it did little to slow the advancing horde. Borin roared, charging into the fray with his hammer swinging, while the Steam Sentinels moved to protect Pip and the Wagon-Fortress. Victor¡¯s core pulsed with urgency. ¡°Pip, now!¡± Pip grinned, her hands already moving. ¡°Deploying the Mobile Defense Unit!¡± From a hidden compartment in the Wagon-Fortress, the MDU-01 emerged, its brass frame gleaming in the fading light. The unit¡¯s turret rotated, its mana cannons locking onto the nearest group of pirates. With a deafening roar, it opened fire, sending bursts of energy into the enemy ranks. Hale¡¯s smirk faltered as he watched his men fall. ¡°What the¡ª?!¡± ¡°You should¡¯ve stayed loyal,¡± Victor said, his voice cold and unwavering. The battle was far from over, but for the first time, Hale looked uncertain. The Wagon-Fortress was no ordinary dungeon, and Victor was no ordinary core. Together, they would fight¡ªand they would survive.
The Mobile Defence Unit But Hale wasn¡¯t done. ¡°Focus on that machine!¡± he shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos as he pointed at the MDU. ¡°Take it out!¡± The Rust Pirates, though shaken by the MDU¡¯s initial onslaught, quickly regrouped under Hale¡¯s command. They moved with a newfound coordination, their desperation turning into ruthless efficiency. A group of pirates armed with weighted nets stepped forward, their movements deliberate as they swung the heavy stones attached to the nets in wide arcs. ¡°Watch out!¡± Pip shouted, her voice barely audible over the din of battle. The nets flew through the air, tangling around the MDU¡¯s legs. The machine stumbled, its movements growing sluggish as it tried to free itself. Another group of pirates hurled small, crude explosive devices at the MDU¡¯s turret. The explosions rocked the machine, sending sparks flying and causing its mana cannons to misfire. ¡°They¡¯re targeting its weak points!¡± Pip yelled, her hands clenched in frustration. ¡°Victor, we need to do something!¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with urgency. ¡°The MDU¡¯s defenses are holding, but it won¡¯t last long. We need to¡ª¡± Before he could finish, a well-aimed shot from a pirate¡¯s crossbow struck the MDU¡¯s mana crystal. The crystal, already strained from the battle, sparked and sputtered before shattering with a loud crack. The MDU¡¯s lights flickered, and its movements slowed to a halt as it powered down completely. ¡°No!¡± Pip shouted, her voice filled with frustration and disbelief. She slammed her fist against the Wagon-Fortress¡¯s wall. ¡°Victor, the MDU¡¯s down! They took out its core!¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with urgency, his voice calm but firm. ¡°Fall back to the Wagon-Fortress. We need a new plan.¡± The group didn¡¯t need to be told twice. Aelin fired a volley of arrows to cover their retreat, her movements precise and unerring. Borin swung his hammer in wide arcs, keeping the pirates at bay as they fell back toward the fortress. The Steam Sentinels, though damaged, provided cover, their piston-powered fists slamming into any pirate who got too close. Pip was the last to retreat, her eyes lingering on the MDU as it stood motionless, its once-gleaming brass frame now scorched and battered. ¡°I¡¯ll fix you,¡± she muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with determination. ¡°I promise.¡± As the group reached the safety of the Wagon-Fortress, Victor¡¯s core pulsed with a mix of frustration and resolve. The MDU had been their ace in the hole, but its loss wasn¡¯t the end. They still had each other¡ªand they still had a fight to win.
Chapter 18: The Mana Bomb The group retreated, fighting their way back to the Wagon-Fortress as the Rust Pirates pressed their advantage. The air was thick with the sounds of clashing weapons, shouted commands, and the occasional explosion. Aelin¡¯s arrows flew with deadly precision, each shot buying them precious seconds, while Borin¡¯s hammer crushed anyone foolish enough to get too close. The Steam Sentinels, though damaged, provided cover, their piston-powered fists slamming into pirates with mechanical efficiency. ¡°Fall back!¡± Victor¡¯s voice echoed through the comm system, calm but urgent. ¡°Get inside the fortress!¡± Pip was the last to reach the door, her eyes darting to the motionless MDU as she stepped inside. ¡°I¡¯ll fix you,¡± she muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with determination. ¡°I promise.¡± Once inside, Pip immediately began rummaging through the supplies they had just loaded. Crates were flung open, their contents spilling onto the floor as she searched for what she needed. ¡°What are you doing?¡± Borin asked, his voice gruff as he barred the door with his stocky frame. His hammer was still in hand, ready to swing at a moment¡¯s notice. ¡°Making a Manabomb,¡± Pip replied, her hands moving frantically as she assembled components. She pulled out a handful of mana crystals, a spool of copper wire, and a small, cylindrical device from her belt. ¡°It¡¯s risky, but if I can overload these mana crystals, the explosion should scatter the pirates long enough for us to regroup.¡± Borin raised an eyebrow. ¡°A bomb? You sure that¡¯s a good idea?¡± ¡°Do you have a better one?¡± Pip shot back, her tone sharp but not unkind. Aelin stepped forward, her sharp eyes scanning the room. ¡°Do it. We¡¯re out of options.¡± She nocked an arrow and turned to face the door, her stance ready for whatever came next. Pip nodded, her fingers flying as she connected wires and adjusted crystals. The Manabomb began to take shape, a crude but effective device that pulsed faintly with unstable energy. ¡°Victor, I need you to channel a surge of mana into this when I give the signal.¡± ¡°I''ll try,¡± Victor replied, his core pulsing with readiness. ¡°Just say the word.¡± Outside, the pirates were closing in, their shouts growing louder as they prepared to breach the Wagon-Fortress. The sound of their footsteps echoed like thunder, and the door shuddered as they began to pound on it. Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. ¡°They¡¯re coming!¡± Borin shouted, his grip tightening on his hammer. ¡°Almost there!¡± Pip said, her voice strained as she made the final adjustments. She held up the Manabomb, its surface glowing with an unstable light. ¡°Victor, now!¡± Victor unleashed a surge of mana into the device, causing it to glow with an intense, blinding light. The air around it crackled with energy, and Pip quickly hurled it out the door just as the pirates reached the entrance. ¡°Get down!¡± she shouted, diving behind a crate. The explosion was deafening, a blinding flash of light followed by a shockwave that knocked everyone off their feet. The force of the blast tore the door off its hinges, sending it flying into the rocky plain. The pirates outside were thrown back like ragdolls, their shouts of alarm drowned out by the roar of the explosion. Inside the Wagon-Fortress, the shockwave rippled through the walls, rattling the brass pipes and sending loose tools clattering to the floor. Victor¡¯s core, still connected to the fortress¡¯s systems, absorbed a portion of the blast¡¯s energy to protect the group. The strain was immense. Victor¡¯s core flared brightly as it channeled the excess energy, but the sheer force of the explosion was too much. Faint cracks began to spiderweb across the surface of his core, glowing with an ominous light as they spread. The hum of his systems grew erratic, flickering like a dying flame. ¡°Victor!¡± Pip shouted, her voice filled with panic as she scrambled to her feet. She rushed to his core, her hands hovering over the cracks as if she could somehow fix them. ¡°You¡¯re damaged! Why didn¡¯t you tell us you were absorbing the blast?¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed weakly, his voice strained but calm. ¡°I¡­ had to. The explosion would have breached the fortress. I couldn¡¯t let that happen.¡± Aelin stepped forward, her sharp eyes scanning the cracks with concern. ¡°You¡¯re not just a tool, Victor. You¡¯re one of us. You can¡¯t keep sacrificing yourself like this.¡± Borin grunted, his gruff voice softening. ¡°He¡¯s right. We¡¯re a team, Victor. That means we share the risks.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed faintly, the light dimming as the cracks continued to spread. ¡°I¡­ understand. But sometimes, protecting what matters means taking the hit yourself.¡± The group fell silent, the weight of Victor¡¯s words settling over them. Outside, the area around the Wagon-Fortress was eerily quiet, the pirates scattered and many of them fleeing in panic. The Manabomb had done its job, but the cost was clear. ¡°That¡¯s our cue,¡± Aelin said, already moving toward the door. ¡°Let¡¯s finish this.¡± The group charged out, taking advantage of the chaos. Aelin¡¯s arrows found their marks with deadly precision, while Borin¡¯s hammer crushed anyone who got too close. The Steam Sentinels, though damaged, provided cover as the group pushed the pirates back. But Hale was nowhere to be seen. ¡°Where¡¯s Hale?¡± Pip asked, her voice tinged with unease. Victor¡¯s core pulsed with alarm. ¡°He¡¯s inside the Wagon-Fortress. He¡¯s heading for the core chamber!¡± Chapter 19: The Core Chamber The group rushed back to the Wagon-Fortress, their footsteps echoing through the brass corridors as they made their way to the core chamber. The air was thick with tension, each of them knowing what was at stake. ¡°Hale¡¯s in the core chamber,¡± Victor said, his voice calm but urgent. ¡°He¡¯s trying to take control.¡± ¡°We¡¯re not letting him get away with this,¡± Aelin said, her voice sharp as she tightened her grip on her bow. Borin grunted, his hammer already in hand. ¡°He¡¯s got another thing coming if he thinks he can just waltz in and take over.¡± Pip was the first to reach the chamber door, her hands flying over the control panel. ¡°I¡¯m locking it down. He¡¯s not getting out.¡± But as the door slid open, they realized they were too late. Hale stood in the center of the core chamber, a small, glowing device in his hand. His triumphant smirk sent a chill through the room. ¡°Did you really think you could stop me?¡± Hale asked, his voice dripping with mockery. He held up the device, its faint hum growing louder as it charged. ¡°This little beauty is a mana-charged explosive. One flick of the switch, and this whole place goes up in flames. You, me, the Wagon-Fortress¡ªeverything.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with alarm, his voice calm but urgent. ¡°Hale, you don¡¯t have to do this. There¡¯s another way.¡± Hale laughed, though there was no humor in it. ¡°Another way? Don¡¯t make me laugh. This is the only way. Either I walk out of here with control of this core, or none of us walk out at all.¡± The group stepped into the chamber, their weapons drawn. Aelin¡¯s bow was aimed directly at Hale¡¯s chest, while Borin¡¯s hammer was ready to strike. Pip stood slightly behind them, her hands clutching a small device. ¡°It¡¯s over, Hale,¡± Aelin said, her voice as sharp as the arrowhead pointed at him. ¡°You¡¯re outnumbered.¡± Hale¡¯s smirk widened. ¡°Outnumbered? Maybe. But I¡¯ve got the upper hand here. One move, and it¡¯s all over.¡± Pip leaned slightly toward Victor, her voice a barely audible whisper. ¡°Victor, I can disable it. But I need to get closer.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed faintly in acknowledgment, but before he could respond, Hale¡¯s sharp eyes caught the movement. ¡°Don¡¯t even think about it,¡± Hale snapped, his voice cold and dangerous. He raised the explosive device higher, his thumb hovering over the activation switch. ¡°One wrong move, and I¡¯ll blow us all to pieces. Try to disable it, and I¡¯ll trigger it early. You really want to test me?¡± If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Pip froze, her hands tightening around her tools. Her eyes darted to Victor, silently pleading for a plan. Victor¡¯s core pulsed with resolve. ¡°Hale, you don¡¯t have to do this. You can still walk away.¡± Hale laughed, though there was a hint of desperation in his voice. ¡°Walk away? To what? A life on the run? No, Victor. This ends here, one way or another.¡± The tension in the room was palpable, the hum of the explosive device growing louder as it charged. Hale¡¯s thumb twitched over the switch, his eyes darting between the group and Victor¡¯s core. ¡°You think you¡¯re so clever,¡± Hale said, his voice bitter. ¡°But you¡¯re just like me. You¡¯ll do whatever it takes to survive. The only difference is, I¡¯m not afraid to pull the trigger.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with a mix of pity and resolve. ¡°You¡¯re wrong, Hale. Survival isn¡¯t about sacrificing others. It¡¯s about protecting what matters.¡± With a surge of energy, Victor activated the chamber¡¯s defenses. A shimmering mana barrier flared to life, surrounding only himself and Hale. ¡°Now the only ones in any danger are you and me¡± Hale¡¯s smirk faltered as he realized what had happened. He slammed his fist against the barrier, his expression twisting into one of frustration. ¡°You think this changes anything? I can still kill us both!¡± ¡°Maybe,¡± Victor replied, his voice calm but firm. ¡°But my friends will survive¡± Victor''s glowing core intensified as it absorbed the energy from the device, its surface rippling like water. The light grew brighter and brighter, casting sharp shadows across the chamber as the mana barrier around him and Hale pulsed with raw power. But as the energy surged into Victor, the strain began to show. The faint cracks from before grew more pronounced with an ominous light as they spread. ¡°Victor!¡± Pip screamed, her voice raw with panic. She pressed her hands against the barrier, her eyes wide with terror. ¡°Stop! You¡¯re going to destroy yourself!¡± Aelin¡¯s sharp eyes narrowed, her voice cutting through the chaos. ¡°Victor, you¡¯re not just a tool to be used up! You¡¯re one of us. Stop this now!¡± Borin slammed his hammer against the barrier, his gruff voice filled with desperation. ¡°Don¡¯t you dare give up on us, Victor! We¡¯re not losing you to this lunatic!¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed weakly, his voice strained but calm. ¡°I¡­ have to. This is the only way to protect you.¡± The cracks deepened, glowing brighter as the energy from the explosive device overwhelmed Victor¡¯s systems. The hum of his core grew erratic, flickering like a dying flame. Hale laughed, though his voice was tinged with desperation. ¡°You¡¯re a fool, Victor! You¡¯ll die for nothing!¡± ¡°Maybe,¡± Victor replied, his voice barely audible over the growing hum of energy. ¡°But my friends¡­ will live.¡± Pip dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face. ¡°No, no, no! Victor, please! There has to be another way!¡± Aelin¡¯s voice was sharp, but there was a tremor of emotion beneath it. ¡°Victor, listen to me. You don¡¯t get to make this choice alone. We¡¯re a team. We fight together, or we don¡¯t fight at all.¡± Borin stepped closer, his gruff voice softening. ¡°You¡¯re not just protecting us, Victor. You¡¯re part of us. And we¡¯re not letting you go.¡± Victor¡¯s core pulsed with warmth, but his resolve didn¡¯t waver. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. But this is the only way to keep you safe.¡± Chapter 20: The Final Stand Hale''s explosive device reached critical mass, its casing glowing white-hot as the energy built to a catastrophic crescendo. Victor''s core blazed like a miniature sun as he absorbed the blast, the barrier around them flickering violently under the strain. The energy tore through him, the cracks in his core spreading faster, deeper¡ªuntil, with a final pulse of light, the barrier collapsed. Silence. Victor''s core dimmed, its glow reduced to a faint, erratic flicker. The calming blue light that had once pulsed steadily now wavered like a dying candle, the cracks spiderwebbing across his surface darkening as his systems failed. "Victor!" Pip screamed, her voice breaking. She pressed her hands against his core, as if she could will him back to life. "No, no, no¡ªyou can''t do this!" Aelin''s grip on her bow tightened, her usual composure shattered. "Victor, damn you¡ªdon''t you dare give up now!" Borin''s face was grim, his hammer clenched so tightly his knuckles whitened. "Stubborn fool..." Pip''s breath hitched as she looked around wildly¡ªthen her eyes locked onto the wreckage of the Mobile Defense Unit outside. The MDU''s core, though damaged, still pulsed faintly where it lay amidst the debris. "That''s it!" she gasped, sprinting toward it before anyone could stop her. The others watched in stunned silence as she skidded to her knees beside the MDU, wrenching open its access panel with shaking hands. The core inside was cracked, its glow uneven¡ªbut it was still functioning. Barely. "Come on, come on..." she muttered, prying it free with a sharp tug. She raced back to Victor''s side, pressing the MDU''s core against his own. For a terrifying moment, nothing happened. Then¡ª A weak pulse. A flicker of light. The MDU''s core dissolved into liquid energy, seeping into Victor''s fractures like molten gold sealing broken pottery. His core stabilized, the glow returning¡ªbut dimmer, quieter. Scarred. Victor''s voice, when it came, was softer. Rougher. "Pip... you reckless genius." She let out a choked laugh, tears streaming down her face. "Yeah, well, you''re one to talk." But as Victor attempted to activate the Wagon-Fortress''s systems, the reality of his condition became clear. The MDU''s core had saved him, but it was smaller, weaker. His connection to the fortress was strained¡ªhe could no longer control multiple systems at once. "I can''t gain control of my systems," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. Aelin exhaled sharply. "Then that''s what we work with." Borin nodded. "We all survived, we can figure out the rest later." Pip wiped her face, grinning despite everything. "And hey¡ªnow you''ve got fancy new scars. Very dramatic." Victor''s core pulsed warmly, the golden fractures glowing in response. "Always knew you''d find a way to show off, Pip." Hale, forgotten in the chaos, slumped against the wall, his face ashen. The fight had gone out of him. Aelin turned her sharp gaze on him. "As for you..." Victor interrupted, his voice firm. "We''re not killing him." Hale blinked in disbelief. "You''d spare me? After all this?" Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. "You''re right about one thing,"Victor said. "The world is harsh. But we don''t have to be." Pip crossed her arms. "That doesn''t mean you won''t face justice." Borin hefted his hammer meaningfully. "Not even a little." Hale swallowed hard, looking between them¡ªthen slowly raised his hands in surrender. As the group regrouped, Victor''s core hummed steadily, its golden scars a testament to what they''d survived¡ªand what lay ahead. They were weaker now, yes. But they were alive. And together, that was enough. The Weight of Sacrifice Victor''s core pulsed weakly as he attempted to reconnect with the Wagon-Fortress''s systems. The golden scars across his surface flickered with each effort, like strained circuitry pushed beyond its limits. "I... can''t," he admitted, his voice fragmented with static. "The MDU''s core isn''t powerful enough to sustain multiple connections." Pip watched anxiously as Victor tried¡ªand failed¡ªto activate the fortress''s secondary defenses. The mana relays sparked but didn''t engage. The Clockwork Falcons remained dormant in their nests. Even the steam vents, usually hissing with constant readiness, stayed silent. Then¡ªa single, familiar hum. S-01, the first Steam Sentinel ever built, shuddered to life in its alcove. Its glowing eyes brightened as Victor established a connection, the only one he could maintain. The other Sentinels remained dark, their systems unresponsive. "Just S-01," Victor confirmed, frustration bleeding into his tone. "I can feel the others... but it''s like trying to grasp smoke." Pip placed a hand on the Sentinel''s brass plating. "But S-01 still works?" The Sentinel turned its massive head toward her, its movements smooth despite Victor''s strain. "Yes. Our bond is... strongest." Aelin crossed her arms. "Then we adapt. One Sentinel is better than none." Borin grunted, eyeing the dormant war machines. "And we''ve fought with less before." Victor made another attempt to activate the fortress''s lighting grid. The overhead crystals flickered briefly before dying again. S-01 staggered slightly as the failed effort drained power from their shared connection. "No more attempts,"Victor said, resignation in his voice. "Every system I try to access weakens S-01''s functionality. I have to focus." Borin grunted, eyeing the dormant machinery. "Then we do things the old-fashioned way." He hefted his hammer. "Manual controls still work, don''t they?" Pip was already moving toward the control panels. "They should, but without Victor''s coordination-" "It will be slower,"Victor interrupted. "Clumsier. But possible."His core dimmed slightly. "I''m sorry." Aelin''s sharp gaze swept the chamber. "Don''t be. You''re alive. That''s what matters." She turned to the others. "Pip on systems, Borin on defense. We''ll be your hands until you recover." The faintest warmth pulsed through Victor''s scarred core. "Thank you." Hale, still slumped against the wall, let out a hollow laugh. "So the great moving dungeon is just a broken machine now." S-01''s head snapped toward him, eyes flaring. "Broken doesn''t mean useless." The Sentinel took a thunderous step forward, its piston-driven fist clenching. "Shall I demonstrate?" Pip quickly stepped between them. "Victor! Conserve your energy!" The glow in S-01''s eyes dimmed slightly as Victor reasserted control. "...He''s right, though. I''m not what I was." Aelin placed a hand on S-01''s armored shoulder. "You''re alive. That''s what matters." Borin hefted his hammer. "And we''ve still got teeth. Between S-01, your brain, and our weapons? We''ll manage." As the group began assessing their remaining resources, Victor quietly tested his limits through S-01. The Sentinel''s movements were crisp, but he could feel the fragility of their connection¡ªlike balancing on a fraying tightrope. Every system beyond this single Sentinel might as well have been on another continent. As they moved to their stations, the unspoken truth hung heavy in the air - no one knew if this damage was temporary... or permanent. The golden fractures glowed mockingly in the dim light, a constant reminder of how much they''d nearly lost. Chapter 21: The Traitor鈥檚 Due The Wagon-Fortress groaned like a dying beast as it lumbered forward, its once-mighty mechanisms now grinding in protest with every laborious step. Victor, his consciousness tethered precariously to S-01, felt each shuddering movement as if it were his own failing body. Golden scars flickered erratically across the Sentinel''s armored plating¡ªvisible proof of the strain. "Left. Steady now." Victor''s voice, channeled through S-01''s vocal array, was thin with static. The massive construct obeyed, its colossal treads churning up dirt and loose stone as it veered away from the exposed plains and toward the shelter of the northern foothills. The terrain grew jagged, treacherous¡ªboulders the size of houses jutted from the earth like broken teeth, and gnarled thickets clawed at the fortress''s armored underbelly. Good. Cover. Shadows. A place to disappear. Pip crouched in the lower engine bay, her goggles smeared with oil as she manually overrode a seized pressure valve. Steam hissed like an angry serpent, scalding the air near her face. "Come on, you stubborn son of a¡ª" A wrench twist. A metallic snap. The valve relented, and the fortress lurched forward again with a shudder. Above her, Borin and Aelin moved ahead on foot, clearing the path. Borin''s massive shoulders strained as he shoved aside a moss-crusted boulder, his boots skidding in the loose scree. Aelin darted ahead, light-footed, her blade slicing through thorn-laced vines that threatened to tangle the treads. Every noise put them on edge. The creak of overstressed plating. The crunch of gravel underfoot. The distant, unidentifiable howl of wind¡ªor something else¡ªechoing through the rocks. Hale watched from the command deck, his wrists bound in reinforced shackles linked to a bolted-down console. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes tracked every flicker of the dim emergency lanterns, every flinch of the others. "You know," he mused, voice dripping with false levity, "if you wanted me dead, there were cleaner ways." No one answered him. Hours bled together in a haze of exhaustion and tension. Then¡ª "There." Victor''s voice cut through the fatigue. Ahead, a narrow ravine split the foothills¡ªa gash in the earth just wide enough to swallow the fortress whole. Towering rock formations leaned over it like sentinels, their shadows stretching long in the fading light. "Take us in. Slowly." S-01''s massive hands gripped the control levers, pistons hissing as the fortress pivoted. Armored plating screeched against stone as they squeezed into the gap. For one heart-stopping moment, the left tread caught on an outcrop¡ªthen tore free in a shower of sparks. With a final, exhausted hiss of steam, the Wagon-Fortress settled into the ravine''s belly, half-buried in shadow. Pip wiped grease from her hands, leaving smears across her trousers. "That should buy us some time." Borin leaned against a console, his breath ragged. "Assuming whatever¡¯s hunting us doesn¡¯t have a nose for metal." His knuckles were split, bloody from clearing debris. Aelin ghosted back inside, her blade sheathed but her posture coiled. She checked the rust-streaked perimeter gauges¡ªmanual now, with the sensors dead. "We¡¯ll post watches. But first¡ª" Her gaze cut to Hale. Victor''s voice, thinned by strain, filled the space between them. "We need to decide what to do with him." Hale smirked. "Ah. Touching reunion over. Now comes the part where you debate whether to slit my throat or toss me to the wolves." Pip''s grip tightened on her wrench. "We¡¯re not killing you." "No?" Hale tilted his head, chains clinking. "Then what? Keep me as a pet? Chain me up like some trophy?" Borin cracked his knuckles. "I vote for tossing him off the nearest cliff." Aelin didn¡¯t blink. "Blackridge. Two days west. Mining town with a garrison." Victor''s optics dimmed. "You¡¯re suggesting we turn him over." "It¡¯s the cleanest solution," Aelin said. "They¡¯ll lock him up¡ªor put him to work in the pits. Either way, he¡¯s not our problem anymore." Pip hesitated. "And if they just execute him?" Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. Aelin¡¯s gaze didn¡¯t waver. "Then that¡¯s the price of betrayal." Hale laughed¡ªsharp, bitter. "How noble. Can¡¯t stomach killing me yourselves, so you¡¯ll let some backwater thugs do it for you?" S-01 took a heavy step forward, the deck plates trembling. "You forfeited your say the moment you backstabbed us." Hale¡¯s grin faded. Something flickered in his eyes¡ªnot fear, but calculation. "You really think this ends with me in a cell? You¡¯re all so predictable." Borin scowled. "What¡¯s that supposed to mean?" Hale leaned forward, chains taut, voice a whisper. "It means you¡¯re making a mistake." Silence. The fortress creaked around them. The wind howled through the ravine like a thing alive. Victor spoke first. "We move at dawn. Blackridge it is." Pip exhaled, shoulders sagging. She didn¡¯t look at Hale as she turned away. Some choices left scars, no matter how you decided. And this one? This one would linger. Fangs in the Dark The ravine was a tomb of shadows, its steep walls pressing in like the jaws of some great beast. The Wagon-Fortress sat crippled in its stony maw, its mechanical heartbeat silent, its armored flanks still radiating heat from their desperate flight. The dim glow of emergency lanterns painted the interior in flickering amber, stretching Pip''s small gnome frame into a monstrous silhouette against the riveted walls. She perched on a stack of crates, her oversized wrench resting across her knees, her large ears twitching at every sound. The air smelled of scorched oil and something wild¡ªsomething that didn''t belong in their metal sanctuary. Outside, the crescent moon offered little light, its silver glow obscured by tattered clouds. Skitter. Pip''s pointed ears swiveled forward. Just pebbles. Just the wind. Then¡ª A low, guttural growl vibrated through the darkness, deeper than any natural creature''s. Not the hiss of failing steam valves. Not the creak of stressed metal. Something alive. Something hungry. Her breath caught. Slowly, she turned toward the ravine''s mouth. Eyes. Dozens of pairs. Glowing like sickly emeralds in the dark, reflecting the lantern light with unnatural intensity. They didn''t blink. Didn''t waver. Just watched. "On your feet!" she barked, hurling a spare gear at Borin''s broad chest. The dwarf was up before his eyes fully opened, his warhammer already in his thick-fingered grip. Aelin rose like a whisper, her long elven limbs unfolding gracefully even as her hand found her bow in one fluid motion. Victor''s voice crackled through S-01''s dormant frame¡ªthin, strained. "Report." Pip didn''t answer. The first beast moved. It came in a blur of matted fur and distorted proportions¡ªtoo tall at the shoulder, too long in the limb, its spine curved like a drawn bow. It hit the fortress plating with a resounding clang, its claws shrieking against the metal as it scrambled for purchase. Then the night erupted. Creatures poured from the rocks, their forms warping as they moved, some running on all fours, others lurching upright with grotesque, almost-human gaits. All of them wrong. No automated defenses. No backup. Just them. Borin''s battle cry shook the ravine as he met the first horror, his hammer pulverizing its skull in an explosion of blackened blood. Aelin became a storm of motion, her arrows finding eyes and throats with unerring precision even as she danced between attacks, her long braid whipping behind her. Pip scrambled up a pipe, her small frame allowing her to squeeze into the maintenance gaps. "Victor¡ªI need power to the port vents!" "Not without¡ª"Static."¡ªrisk core collapse¡ª" "Rust and damnation!" She wrenched a manual release valve. A scalding geyser erupted from the fortress''s side, enveloping a leaping beast in boiling steam. The creature''s howls turned to wet, bubbling shrieks as its flesh sloughed away. Hale, still chained to the console, watched with a viper''s grin. "Need a hand, little gnome?" An arrow sprouted from the wall an inch from his face, still vibrating. Aelin didn''t even glance his way as she nocked another. "Next one finds your eye." The pack kept coming. They weren''t natural. Their forms flickered at the edges of vision, limbs elongating and retracting unnaturally. Borin took a claw across his thick forearm, the wound sizzling with some foul substance. His roar of pain shook dust from the ceiling. "We''re being overrun!" Pip screamed, ducking as a multi-jointed horror vaulted over her head. Then¡ªa flash of bronze. S-01 fought with brutal efficiency, its metal fists caving in chests and tearing limbs from sockets. But with each crushing blow, the golden scars across Victor''s core flared brighter¡ªwarning lights in the dark. "Victor, you''re pushing too hard!" Pip yelled. The Sentinel didn''t stop. Couldn''t stop. Its piston-driven arms moved with mechanical certainty, smashing through bone and sinew. One creature''s head vanished under a crushing blow. Another''s spine snapped as S-01 lifted it bodily and slammed it into the ravine wall. Then¡ªsilence. The remaining beasts melted back into the night. Borin leaned on his hammer, his beard matted with blood both black and red. Aelin retrieved her arrows from corpses, her movements precise despite the adrenaline. Pip''s hands shook as she sealed the last fuel line, her fingers blistered from the heat. Only Hale broke the quiet. "See?" He grinned, licking blood from where a stray claw had grazed his cheek. "I told you you''d regret not killing m..." "Finish that sentence," Aelin said, an arrow already drawn, "I dare you." Victor''s voice was barely audible. "Dawn... can''t come... soon enough." Outside, something howled in the distance. The hunt wasn''t over. Chapter 22: The Howling Dark The howls in the dark never stopped. Each dying shriek of the twisted creatures only seemed to summon more from the ravine''s inky depths. They came in endless waves - gangly-limbed horrors with too many joints, their matted fur slick with unnatural oils that reflected the moonlight in rainbow hues. Borin''s hammer rose and fell with metronomic precision, each crushing impact spraying black ichor across his beard. His stocky arms trembled with exhaustion, the runes along his hammer''s haft glowing faintly as they struggled to channel his waning strength. Aelin''s arrows had run dry hours ago. Now her twin daggers - slender elven steel etched with moonlight runes - flashed like silver fangs as she danced between the monsters. Her breathing remained steady even as sweat plastered her white braid to her back, her movements flowing with the lethal grace of a winter wind. S-01 stood immovable between the creatures and the fortress, its piston-driven fists reducing monsters to pulp with brutal efficiency. But with each crushing blow, the golden scars across his core pulsed brighter - visible proof of Victor''s straining consciousness. The glow had become erratic now, flickering like a dying candle in the dark. Pip scrambled across the fortress''s shuddering hull, her small hands flying across manual access panels. "Come on, you rustbucket," she muttered through gritted teeth as she jammed a spanner into a seized turret housing. With a shriek of protesting metal, the twin-barreled autoloader spun to life, its targeting array flickering weakly. "Got one!" she crowed as the turret barked to life, spraying a concentrated burst of alchemical rounds into the advancing horde. Fanged maws exploded in showers of black ichor as the high-velocity mana projectiles found their marks. She didn''t pause to celebrate. The gnome engineer was already moving, her oil-stained overalls flapping as she swung down a maintenance ladder to the secondary battery. Each step was a calculated risk - the fortress shuddered under repeated impacts, threatening to send her tumbling into the sea of gears and pistons below. The starboard flamethrower array was jammed, its ignition runes dark. Pip didn''t hesitate. She tore open the access panel with her bare hands, ignoring the burn of scorched metal, and crossed two wires with her teeth gritted. The system screamed in protest before belching a torrent of burning promethium across the ravine wall, turning three climbing horrors into shrieking fireballs. "Victor, I need targeting on the left flank!" she shouted over the din of battle. Static crackled in response before Victor''s voice emerged, strained but clear: "Manual... override... junction B7..." Pip was moving before he finished speaking. She ducked a flying chunk of shrapnel and slid feet-first into the targeting control hub. Her fingers danced across the mechanical keyboard, inputting firing solutions with one hand while the other wrestled with a stuck altitude adjuster. With a final, brutal kick, the entire fortress shook as the dorsal cannon discharged, its payload of fragmenting shrapnel tearing through the densest part of the horde. From his chains, Hale chuckled. "Adorable. The gnome thinks she''s a real soldier." Pip didn''t even look up as she slid down a maintenance ladder. "Keep talking, traitor. See what happens." Hale yawned dramatically. "Are we done yet? I''m bored of watching you¡ª" THUNK. Pip''s wrench connected with Hale''s temple in a perfect arc. His eyes rolled back as he slumped against his restraints, unconscious. "Told you," Pip muttered, already moving to the next weapon station. Then the earth shook. A deep, resonant boom echoed through the ravine as the very stones seemed to recoil. The remaining creatures scattered, their howls turning to whimpers as something massive stirred in the depths. The ground split open, vomiting forth a hulking, spined abomination that towered over even S-01. Pip''s blood ran cold as her targeting array struggled to get a reading on the nightmare. "Oh scrap," she whispered, her hands already moving to overcharge the forward facing turrets. "Someone keep that thing still!" The creature shimmered - one moment there, the next half-transparent - before it charged with earth-shaking steps, its crystalline claws tearing great furrows in the stone. And the true battle began. The crystalline abomination''s charge sent tremors through the ravine, its massive claws carving trenches in solid stone. Pip''s hands flew across the turret control panel, her voice shrill with urgency as she bypassed safety protocols. "Five seconds! I just need five damn seconds of that thing holding still!" Borin spat blood and hefted his hammer. "I''ll give you three!" The dwarf launched himself forward with a roar, his warhammer glowing with dormant runic power. He brought it down in a crushing arc against the creature''s foreleg¡ªjust as it phased out of existence. The hammer struck empty air, Borin''s momentum sending him stumbling forward. The abomination reappeared behind him, its jagged maw gaping wide¡ª ¡ªonly to meet Aelin''s twin daggers as the elf vaulted onto its face. Her blades found purchase in two of its glowing violet eyes, dark ichor spraying as she twisted the weapons viciously. The creature shrieked, its claws swiping at her, but she''d already flipped away, landing lightly beside Borin. Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. "Four seconds," she panted. S-01 chose that moment to slam into the beast''s side with the force of a battering ram. Metal fists pounded into crystalline flesh, each impact sending cracks spiderwebbing across its hide. The golden scars along Victor''s core blazed like molten metal, Victor''s voice crackling through the din: "Pip¡ªnow!" The overcharged turret whined to life, its barrels glowing red-hot as Pip yanked the firing lever. A continuous stream of superheated rounds tore across the ravine¡ª ¡ªand the abomination phased again. The bullets carved through empty air, striking the far cliffside in an explosion of shattered rock. Pip''s stomach dropped. "No no no¡ª" The creature reappeared directly in front of the fortress, its remaining eyes burning with malice. One massive claw rose, poised to cleave the turret in two. Then Hale''s voice cut through the chaos, dripping with sarcasm even as blood trickled from his temple where Pip had clocked him earlier: "You know, for a genius, you''re really bad at¡ª" THWACK. Pip''s wrench struck true again, silencing him mid-quip. She didn''t even look as he slumped back into unconsciousness. The distraction cost her. The abomination''s claw descended¡ª ¡ªonly to be intercepted by S-01''s massive forearm. The impact sent the sentinel skidding backward, its metal feet digging trenches in the earth. The golden scars flared dangerously bright. "Pip... again..." Victor''s voice was barely audible. Borin and Aelin didn''t hesitate. The dwarf charged low, his hammer shattering one of the creature''s knees with a sound like breaking glass. Aelin''s daggers found its remaining eyes in a flurry of silver. The abomination staggered¡ªjust for a moment. A moment was all Pip needed. She slammed the turret''s firing mechanism again, holding the lever down as the weapon screamed in protest. This time, the barrage struck true, punching through the creature''s chest in a storm of molten metal. Its shriek split the air as cracks of glowing energy raced across its body¡ª ¡ªbefore it exploded in a shower of crystalline shards. Silence fell, broken only by the hiss of the turret''s cooling barrels and heavy breathing. Then, from the smoking crater where the abomination had stood, a single object pulsed with soft violet light¡ªa perfectly spherical mana crystal, its surface swirling with captive energy. Pip''s grin was fierce as she scooped it up, the crystal warm in her hands. "Victor... I have an idea.." The golden scars on Victor''s core flickered in response¡ªa weak but hopeful glow. The first pale streaks of sunlight crept over the ravine¡¯s edge as silence settled over the battlefield. Pip slumped against the ruined turret mount, her arms trembling from exhaustion. The once-proud weapon now sat twisted and blackened, its barrels warped beyond repair from the sustained overcharge. Borin prodded a still-smoking piece of the creature with his boot. "Well," he grunted, "that¡¯s the last time we use that tactic." Aelin wiped her daggers clean, her keen elven eyes scanning the wreckage. "Three turrets destroyed. Hull plating compromised on the starboard side. And we¡¯ve got maybe two hours of steam pressure left before¡ª" "I know, I know," Pip interrupted, rubbing her grease-streaked face. She turned the mana crystal over in her hands, watching the violet light pulse in time with Victor¡¯s flickering scars. Then her eyes widened. "This might help make you whole again." S-01¡¯s optics dimmed. "Are you sure it will work?" "Not realy, last time we used a mana core to keep you alive," Pip finished, already moving toward the access panel. ¡°There''s a chance another mana core can help you regain some of your funtions.¡± Pip''s hands trembled as she pressed the abomination''s violet core against Victor''s fractured heart. The moment the crystals touched, the air itself hummed with energy. "Come on..." she whispered. The violet core liquefied, its shimmering essence flowing into Victor''s golden scars like water into cracks in parched earth. The glowing fractures changed color as the energy merged¡ªshifting from gold to a luminous amethyst wherever the new energy spread. For three glorious seconds, the entire fortress shuddered to life. Clang! The Clockwork Falcons twitched in their nests. Hiss! Steam vents spat to life along the perimeter. Whirr! Dead consoles flickered with ghostly light. Then¡ªsilence. The violet glow in Victor''s scars dimmed. The systems died again. Pip''s stomach dropped. "No...no, it should have worked!" She slammed her fist against a consol. "The resonance was perfect!" Victor''s voice, stronger now but still strained, rumbled through the stillness: "It did work, Pip." Amethyst light pulsed gently through his scars. "We just need...more cores. This one was enough to prove the concept¡ªto give me minutes of full control where I had none before. With three, perhaps four more...the repairs could become permanent." Borin scratched his beard. "So we''re back to monster hunting, then?" Aelin''s blades found their sheaths with twin snicks. "Seems simpler than our last plan." Pip stared at the fading violet light in Victor''s scars¡ªnow permanently threaded through the gold. A slow grin spread across her face. "Then it''s settled." She wiped grease on her overalls. "We get Victor his cores...right after we deliver Hale to Blackridge." The amethyst-gold scars pulsed once in agreement.