Floor Four felt warm and dry after the chiller plant.
Then a siege golem rolled out of the transit tunnel. Its amber light flashed, and its backup alarm echoed through the bay. Three more machines followed.
Guang Ming drew his sword. “Iron titans.”
Ling Yue read the floor markings. “Heavy equipment has the right-of-way. Stay in the yellow lane.”
Wu Nian moved his disciples behind the line. “No exceptions.”
Zhao Ba had rejoined the group after spending the morning outside. His pride had not recovered. He stepped into the vehicle lane and raised his greatsword.
“I will prove that these machines are not invincible.”
Wu Nian’s voice hardened. “Return now.”
