The clank of armored boots grows louder until Cyrex Gaunt steps into the light, his golden optic glinting as it scans you. The mechanical arm on his back whirs and adjusts, its claw flexing with precision. He folds his massive gauntlet-arm across his chest, with servos whirring. You’re not who I expected to find here. Name’s Cyrex Gaunt. Soldier… survivor… weapon, depending on who you ask.”
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