Chapter 51: Zeta Colossus
Charon staggered back, his legs weakening from shock.
The once-broken head was now fully repaired and intact, the gray metal turning as black as midnight.
The jaw of the Colossus suddenly dropped, revealing rows of jagged metal teeth. Violet mist poured from the opening, washing over him and prickling his skin.
To his left, the scaffolding began to snap and break as the Colossus shifted, its right arm raising to reveal a clawed hand. Its palm was held up flat, inviting him to step on.
Momentarily holding himself back, Charon felt the sense of ease the Warden projected into his mind.
’If the Warden trusts the machine, then I should too. He won’t hurt me, I know it.’
Taking a deep breath, he stepped off the wobbling scaffold and onto the layered metal of the hand. He crouched down to steady himself as the appendage lowered to the ground, allowing him to be back on stable foundations.
Emerius watched him with trepidation, his swords held out threateningly.
Turning back to the Colossus, Charon looked up, studying the changes.
The broken arm had been restored, ending in the clawed hand that had returned him to the floor. The cannon had changed, now having ten barrels made from a hard onyx-like material. Green liquid flowed into the side of the magazine from tubes winding into the machine’s body.
From the shoulders extended two guns with wide barrels, a series of prongs extending into the center like a cone. Red and yellow wires were attached to the outside of the weapons, being more dense around the back.
The most striking difference was in the core.