Chapter 102: The Seed of Law
The severed limbs and rusted boiler plates rained down across the Processing Grid like a macabre hailstorm.
Black machine oil sprayed across the white surgical lights as the massive Level 40 amalgamation finally collapsed into a smoking heap.
Rolf leaned heavily on his battleaxe, wiping a thick smear of grease from his silver snout. He glared across the factory floor.
"You literally just showed up to steal the final hit, Nyssa," the werewolf grumbled, panting heavily.
Nyssa stood calmly near the smoking remains of the boss's central node.
She pulled a silk cloth from her pocket and meticulously wiped a speck of oil off her silver rimmed glasses.
"An Architect arrives precisely when the structure is about to fail, Rolf," Nyssa replied smoothly.
