[ The other automaton's gears are still slowing, clicking, scratching against one another as it finds death. Nestled amongst the clockwork are fading specks of purple light, much like those in its eyes.
From these specks of light, Mikaela will sense a magic he has never felt before... No, wait—actually, he has felt a similar magic before: the faint dread that permeated the air at the blast site not far from this very city was the same.
As the glow fades, Mika will see that it was coming from bits of polished, gray stone. It's rather easy to conclude that whatever that is, or no matter what its intended function amongst the automaton's parts originally were, these little bits have been causing the automatons to act on their own. ]
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From these specks of light, Mikaela will sense a magic he has never felt before... No, wait—actually, he has felt a similar magic before: the faint dread that permeated the air at the blast site not far from this very city was the same.
As the glow fades, Mika will see that it was coming from bits of polished, gray stone. It's rather easy to conclude that whatever that is, or no matter what its intended function amongst the automaton's parts originally were, these little bits have been causing the automatons to act on their own. ]