Hope in Danger!
Cycle 3
The several-story tall platform scurried like a spider towards the war of man vs machine. By now what lay behind the magia songstress, XS-EVE was more than apparent.
Swords.
Swords of obsidian steel and surges of energy channelling through them. Flying blades as numerous, no... far more numerous than the waves of Sentries that filled the air in Vintergard.
A great storm of literal edge to clip the wings of hope.
The hymn may have come to an end, but the clashing of magic and steel filled the battlefield together with warcries, panic, and the whizz and whirl of machines being torn apart as ruthlessly as they did themselves. That in essence was a harmonic chime that resonated with the silver magia's sensors.
Saviors?
Unclear.
She registered their personalities, their feelings, through the music earlier and the sounds of war now. They were certainly not
God. They were not her priority anymore. the multiple directives within her clashed, and one screamed loudly through the distorted buzzing of code within.
Useless.
She rose hand's in a sweeping motion until they touched over her head. The swords twirled and adjusted to point toward the battlefield. She lowered her arms, and the blades launched like missiles into the fray.
BOOM!!!!
The platform beneath XS-EVE suddenly buckled. It then toppled as her pointed feet landed upon it and glided down to leap off onto the rocky earth. Checking back over her shoulder would indicate what she picked up already. The platform had lost several of its legs from a sudden attack.
God?
The magia turned and headed towards the west where the energy source of the attacks had come from. One may find the metallic tendrils of steel upon her carefully configured design an oddity. Considering the discoveries made by other parties.
Perhaps eventually it would make sense after all.
· WARNING · WARNING WARNING · WARNING ·
❰ B L A D E · S T O R M ❱
The swarm of blades would wash over the center of the battlefield like a high tide. Tearing streams of cosmic distortion in the fabric of reality, thankfully that closed as quickly as they opened. One could not say the same for the wounds upon your flesh if you were left in the mass
truncation of resistance
After the massive attack, the Magia disappeared from view.
As if on cue, the rest of the magia raid resumed.
The stars themselves will answer the magia's call...
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The supportive War Machina fell, one after the other.
The song of their people ultimately proved to be ineffective.
The
Starfallen are incredibly persistent in their path of self-destruction.
The first time hope was crushed,
they returned. Second time,
they came back stronger. Third time, hope truly never dies, like a parasitical infection. However, the cure had been prescribed. Hope will be crushed like the previous times. This was the future pre-written that the armored machine must execute.

Beep Boop.
Unusually high threat level confirmed. Converting to emergency protocols.
Disengaging inhibitors A5 E6 B2.
Activating suppressive units.
Establishing Contact with Station Omega-2.
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Beep Boop.
This is Magia Chronosphere Unit One-R69. State your request.

Beep Boop.
Requesting immediate backup for the elimination of Alpha-level threat.
Requesting access to planetary-type weaponry for the culling of hostile lifeforms

Beep Boop.
Processing request by USER: DEAD.naught-R17.
Faulty segments detected.
Request denied.
Counter-measures initiated.
Assessing visual information...
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Engagement confirmed.
Combat Scenario VBMH-R17.
Scenario confirmed DEAD END.
Initiating Bad End Divergence Protocol.
Altering history... ... ...
What will be, has always been.
Deploying Magia Chrono Unit-D-US. Prepare for impact!
Deploying 526f626f74205761696675 for scenario VBMS3-0.
Please do not contact us again.
Connection terminated.
As the heat of the battle died down for just a moment, four shadows garnered far up above the very skies. Growing larger and larger until it became clear that these Unidentified Fantastic Objects were going to crash into the very battlefield
they were standing on!
CRASH A dark, large, metallic rod stuck struck deep into the earth.
BOOM It's slick design so similar, yet unique to the rest of the War Machina.
KASHOOW Without missing a beat, each pylon shot out multiple support beams surrounding it.
CRACK A faint glowing orb lit up at the very top.
Without missing a beat, each of the pylons shot out a tether toward the DEAD.naught, surrounding it in a faint glow that quickly increased in intensity. As the Starcalled eyes adjusted to the light, they could see how countless images of data sprinkled forth like tiny little particle effects. Each showed the very same battle they were fighting. All the same, yet every single one being was slightly different.
This must have been how it has been updating itself, visual training.
In some, the tank never made it to Camp Hope, destroyed right at the start.
Constructing Anti-Titan-Buster Composite Plating.
Another, the tank easily succumbed to the defenders' smart trapping.
Improving Treadmills with Hexa-Flux-Coating.
A third, its cannon was ultimately too weak to really put a dent into Camp Hope.
Initiating Sky Lance Upgrade Protocol.
A fourth, it was the ballistae operated by the defenders on the wall who lay it to rest.
Activating Anti-Anti-Fun mechanism.
After countless iterations, the DEAD.naught would be prepared against any and all circumstances that could possibly put a dent into its plans! Literally. And just a bit longer, and the temporary upgrades would be its own, forever.

Beep Boop.
Chronoshift upgrade injection successful.
Connection stable.
mpm execute start-upgrade.
Assimilating Magia Chrono Unit-D-US
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It would become the DEADER.naught, but like any updates, it must remain inactive for the time being...