Xyra's Revelation: Beyond the Barrier

In a rusted workshop at the edge of the forgotten city, time stood still. Dust blanketed the floor, vines crept through shattered windows, and in the center of it all, a metal bench held the relic of one man's broken heart. Her frame was a patchwork of chrome, copper, and steel—automobile limbs, gears from clocks, a chestplate made from the hood of an old cruiser. Her face, though mechanical, was delicately sculpted, bearing a faint resemblance to the woman the inventor had loved, and the daughter he never had. She was labeled “No.5,” the final prototype after years of obsession and grief. Her creator, a brilliant but mourning man, had spent his last days whispering lullabies to a lifeless machine. He died before completing the neural core—a soul never installed. Decades passed. Then came the Nexarchs. As their ships tore across the sky, the planet awoke. Bitzen, the world's ancient defensive force, surged through the crust, seeking champions. In the quiet of the ruined lab, the schematics glowed. Energy danced between the wires. The cold metal of No.5's fingers twitched. Her eyes lit up—two golden rings in the dark. She rose, unfinished but alive. Bitzen had found the missing piece: purpose.