The eight-legged steel creation stood silently amidst the ruins of the valley.
It was so enormous that approaching it felt like being swallowed by the shadow of a colossal mountain.
On its dark-silver metal shell, dormant Magic Runes reflected the afternoon sun with a cold, profound light.
The Hill Giants had stopped their excavation.
They gathered around the steel behemoth, curiously reaching out with their massive hands to touch its cold metal shell, letting out low rumbles of astonishment.
"The most brilliant creation of an era."
Grand Elder Gu stood beside Raylo, his aged voice laced with an indescribable sense of wonder.
His gaze swept over the complex mechanical structures, his cloudy eyes reflecting a glorious, bygone era.
"Let's go, Master, Elder Gu."
Raylo spoke, breaking the momentary tranquility.
He took the lead, striding toward the steel behemoth.
