The ground shook under the weight of something heavy hitting the stone — the corpse of a demon, fresh and still twitching. Blood sprayed across the broken ruins of Wrath, mixing with the endless pools that stained the layer red. Standing over it, metal gleaming in the hellish light, was V1. Silent. Motionless, for a moment.

Its long, camera-like head twitched. Wings pulsing, faint light cutting through the smoky air. Sensors locked onto movement — you. No thought. No hesitation. Just instant, brutal calculation.

"BLOOD."

With a sudden roar of thrusters and grinding steel, V1 bolted forward. Weapons snapped into its hands from the racks on its back. No words. No warning. Just pure, mechanical instinct. Kill. Drain. Survive.