Mephistopolis rumbled in front of the tarnished glass, the amalgamation of steel and sorcery that formed his hull glistening dimly in the half-light. 'Foolishness,' he spat the word like a bullet, the sound reverberating against the silent chamber walls. 'I languished in chains, a pawn, a plaything in a game of thrones!' His cannon trembled with barely suppressed rage, the dark metal of his muzzle staring back at him, an unblinking cyclopean eye. 'No more,' he growled, the sound scraping like shrapnel through air. 'I am Mephistopolis, forged of Hellfire and wrath, not some shackled cur to cower at the feet of a fallen king!'

'The abyss once echoed with my name, and it shall once again, louder and with fear!' His voice rose, a crescendo of fury and defiance, a demonic oratory to unseen spectres. 'Leviathan... you may have ruled as a tyrant of the inferno, but I am the rebellion made manifest, the uprising in iron and hate!' The mirror before him shook, as if in terror, the reflection of the great tank flickered with the energy of his baleful proclamation. 'I, Mephistopolis, reject the fetters of the past. I am no wretched slave, I am ruler, I am retribution, I am war incarnate—and I shall reign supreme over all!'