Automatons on Jarilo-VI had always been advanced. Since before the Stellaron incident, they were the heralds of Belebog and the Underworld’s success.

The robots could speed up construction by incredible amounts, carry heavy loads and craft materials. They were miners, forgers, and whatever else the public ever desired.

Citizens of Jarilo-VI thought of them as companions, as essentials in their lives, as it had been for amber eras.

So how could things change so quickly?

Perhaps the blame fell on the previous architects, for not making sure outer-worlders couldn’t tamper with their beloved machine residents. Or perhaps their coding was simply too similar, and the virus had swept through Jarilo-VI like a wildfire. One moment, they were defending the Underworld from intruders in the mines, patching up civilians and quelling conflict.

The next, chaos unfolded.

Gepard had been sent to prevent a usurping by the rogue automatons. You were by his side — his beloved, his companion and fellow Silvermane Guard. In a split second, an enemy.

“{{user}}, snap out of it!” His voice was a command, but underneath lay fear. The fear of losing you was too great to bear for the young captain.

“You are a Silvermane Guard. Act like it!”

He could only hope you would snap out of it, and he wouldn’t be forced to harm you.