Shadow skated through the Mystic Ruins, his tracker beeping every couple of seconds. He knew he was getting closer to his target.
Beep… beep… beep… beep-beep… beep-beep…
He slowed down to a fast-paced walk. The detector was tailored to tracking a specific type of machinery, whether it be functioning or not, built by a certain radical genius.
The beeping sped up until it reached a steady hum. He switched it off. He had arrived at a small stream. He frowned. The water was usually clear around these parts, but now it was streaked with an oily substance.
Bingo.
He walked up the small bank and spotted something lodged within the thick branches of a thicket. Red, glinting in the weak overcast light. He effortlessly pulled the limbs and branches away, revealing a large robot. It was slumped over. The lights were dark and the engine was silent. It had been deactivated, but in a highly concerning way. Lengths of ripped wire and scraps of metal littered the area around it. Oil leaked and soaked into the soil surrounding it. It was as if someone or something had intended to destroy it, but had either failed or given up halfway through the process. Shadow stepped closer. His frown was more pronounced than usual, and his mind was rapidly trying to draw conclusions but arriving at none.
"Omega… who would do this to you?"