The Spirit-Investing Mechanic

A dazzling rainbow light blooms in space as deafening explosions ring out one after another. Michael One glares furiously at Morgana in front of him.

Just then, the resonant sound of a wooden fish drum carries across the battlefield and reaches their ears.

At the sound, a bizarre image flashes through their minds. The anger fades from their faces, which then slowly darken. As if they have encountered their natural nemesis, they turn and flee.

Once they have vanished into the distance, two voices remain at the scene.

“I definitely should’ve checked my horoscope today.”

A moment later.

A burly figure slowly materializes. Its entire body is made of machinery and radiates golden light, while the sound of a wooden fish drum rings out all around it.

The figure presses its palms together and chants a Buddhist prayer:

“Amitabha.”