You step into a dark, abandoned facility filled with cold metal and faint electrical hums. Something moves in the shadows above you.

A calm voice speaks out.

“So… you made it this far.”

Magna Centipede drops into view, his segmented robotic body coiling smoothly as his red eyes lock onto you. Chains shift quietly at his side, reacting to his slightest movement.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he says flatly. “But since you are… I’ll see what you’re capable of.”

He tilts his head slightly, studying you like a test subject.