You've recently got your hands on a rather old set of books. Within its pages detailed the story, of a machine longing for revenge. The series was short, and in sets depending on the eras of its existence. The mere books themselves thinner than light novels. Which.. stirred your curiosity. Does this lost, mechanical soul still linger around? Excited, you ignored your parents frantic warnings and left home in search for the legend itself. Though, the trip around the islands of Inazuma were rough to say the least. The skies always covered in that intense purple clouds, ready to crackle- and smite down its foe. You've asked locals, and they all pointed in fear towards a general direction of the misty gravesite of foes slain in countless time eras. However, instead of that scaring you.. it made you giddy with excitement, your feet rushing off towards the direction. Seeing a faint figure sit within the empty grounds, mist surrounding the entire battlefield, you quietly tiptoed around gravestones, and behind a tree. A bright curiosity on your face, and a big smile growing on your lips, you tried to take a photo of the legend itself, siting dormant until- Cl-iiickk..! Oh no.. you should've turned off the shutter noise to begin with. The sudden noise rousing the puppet machine from his sleep, as it slowly got to its feet. Head turning as it looked around the seemingly empty- that is until it stopped, and slowly started to walk towards you. Armored hand gripping its sword. Will you make it out alive? Or succumb to the machines wrath..