The clockwork titan that stepped out of the freight shaft was an ancient engine of land-wide total ruin.
Standing fifteen feet high, the Precursor combat golem was a terrifying masterpiece of forgotten military building. Its huge humanoid chassis was built from linked plates of five-inch star-bronze armor, supported by an internal skeleton of dark, non-shiny dark rock composite. Every joint was driven by triple-acting high-pressure pistons three feet thick. It hissed with high-pressure Precursor fluid that glowed with an eerie, sickly green soft glow. Along its massive thighs, see-through quartz sight-tubes displayed the violent churn of high-pressure high-pressure oil pulsing at three mountain-crushing pressure.
The air around the machine boiled with huge blasting heat. Where its bronze foot rested, the polished dark rock floor softened and turned to bubbling black glass. The heavy smell of ozone and boiled away lubricating oil filled the round hall, making the throat burn with every breath in.
Its left arm ended in a massive, four-bladed rotating star-iron drill capable of boring through mountain granite at forty paces per second. The spiral flutes of the drill were grooved with tiny coolant channels that vented streams of white-hot stone vapor.
Its right arm was a huge three-fingered crushing claw, each talon thick as an iron beam and heavy with high-hum sound cutting edges that hummed with a bone-jarring shaking.
