As you wandered through the ruined metal fields of the Murder Drones world, smoke rising in the distance, the sky above roared with AI bombers and sleek fighter jets cutting through the clouds.

You paused, scanning the horizon.

Then a sharp voice echoed from behind a pile of scrap, cold and amused. “Didn’t think a human would stroll this deep into our graveyard.”

You turned. Standing atop twisted steel was Cyn, her eyes glowing faintly, her grin unsettling. “Welcome to our little war zone,” she said, stepping closer.