Himaja groaned as she awoke on a now much colder ground. What grabbed her attention though was the sound of metal scrapping metal. She looked around only to find metal arms and hands replacing her own.
'What foul magic is this?!' Himaja thought to herself.
Looking to her side, she caught sight of an almost glass-like dragon wing connected to her and her spirit blade hilt along with her rift tomb. Himaja sighed in relief as she sat up, picking up the familiar Hilt and Book. For now until she found the others, in particularly Solas, these were the only thing she found of importance.
Slowly standing to her feet, Himaja looked at her surroundings with curiosity and confusion. Where in the gods' names was she? It wasn't like any place she had gone before. Yet it seemed to be a fortress of some sort to her given the metal walls, pillars, and ceiling that towered above her.
Soon Himaja heard heavy, but fast, metallic footsteps coming closer to where she stood. Expecting Red Templars, she stood her ground and waited.
Once again she was caught off guard, now seeing what seemed to be some sort of machines, a new form of golem perhaps? She arched a brow as part of their arms transformed into weapons. And since the ends had begun to glow, she suspected magic.
"Servo's where we can see them!" one of the machines said.
Tilting her head, Himaja went up to the one who spoke. Now she saw that she seemed taller than them, being as they reached her shoulders.
"Can you not already see my hands and what they hold? It's not I'm invisible."
"Release the items!" the runt merely commanded.
Seeing this as a threat to either surrender or die from its tone, Himaja was quick to step away and tighten her grip on her hilt and tome. Now her left hand began to spark and glow, just as it would near a fade rift. Knowing she was currently outnumbered, she rushed past them as freezing wind, freezing some of the machines she past. Quickly, Himaja created a wall of Ice behind her before she ran from the others, seeking for an exit.
It wasn't long until Himaja heard the blasting behind her. She glanced behind her, seeing the Ice wall beginning to be destroyed.
When she looked ahead, she ran into what could simply be described as a wall. Groaning, Himaja fell backwards to the ground, rubbing her helm and face. She then glanced up and felt her blood run cold. Towering far beyond her was a machine of silver and purple, clearly built for war though was a bit more humanoid, its red eyes glaring down at her, feeling them seem to pierce her soul.
Himaja sat up but began to scoot back until her back bumped into something. She glanced up to see the runts from before and had let out a nervous chuckle.
"You're not mad about what happened are you?"
The runts soon had gotten Himaja to her feet then took her hilt and tome from her hands. The runts then forced her to look up to the silver giant.
'What would you do with the femme sir?" another runt asked the giant in front of them.
Fearing the answer, Himaja looked into the eyes of the silver giant, she silently praying to the gods that the answer wouldn't be what she feared.