The vast top floor stood silent once more, the faint hum of the floating blue cube casting an eerie glow across the battlefield that had just moments ago been filled with chaos, while fragments of destroyed constructs lay scattered across the ground, their lifeless remains reflecting the cold light as Damon stood at the forefront, his grip steady on the sledgehammer, his brows furrowed as his gaze remained fixed on the half-human, half-mechanical figure before him.
"He?" Damon asked, his tone calm yet probing, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to piece together the implication behind the earlier words, "who is he?"
Ethan let out a low, mechanical laugh, the distorted dual voice echoing across the empty floor as it tilted its head slightly, clearly amused rather than threatened.
"First," it replied, its tone layered and uneven, "tell me… how did you guess it was me?"
