[The construction process is complete.]
[Unique-grade Mountain Magic Construct Level 270 has been successfully built.]
Unique-grade?!
Broken blinked. Then blinked again.
He hadn't dared to expect that… not really. But deep down, he'd hoped. And now—it was real.
He installed the golem core. The glow faded as the golem materialized before them, tall and solid, its turret-head rotating slightly as if scanning its new surroundings.
The structure stood one and a half times taller than a man, the legs planted with weighty stability. The central turret was compact, dense, and clearly designed for heavy force projection.
It looked like a sentinel. A defender. A predator. A warning.
Broken stepped forward, arms crossed as he examined every bolt and enchantment line carved into the frame.
"…Let's give you a name," he muttered, a slight grin forming.
"Moca."
Simple. Easy to remember. There would be more after this, but this was the prototype. The original.
