As Willima watched from the shadows, the Emperor, the Crown Prince, and the Princess celebrated his death with laughter and joy—clinking their glasses, toasting what they believed to be a final, hollow triumph. They had orchestrated his fall, never realizing the scale of the mistake they had made.
His death had unsealed the vault.
The vault that housed a weapon of legend—an ancient construct born from the pinnacle of mechanical evolution, forged during the golden age of the Machine Races. A weapon of mass destruction, feared across star systems, with the power to reshape the fate of the entire galaxy.
Once, that weapon had been locked away in absolute secrecy—hidden by the Mechanical Race before their mysterious disappearance. After their fall, its location had become untraceable, lost to time and war, believed by many to be nothing more than myth.
But now… it had resurfaced.
