Engine room of the Iron Maiden
Wren stumbled back from the tank, gulping as he watched the Night Mother tilt her head, mouthing aimlessly at him. His head spun too fast for him, his senses overwhelmed with the simple command he had received, but he simply... he couldn't.
(Mother please, I cannot! You are practically a goddess, a maker of our universe! There are no others to my knowledge... I can't kill you, Night Mother!) He whimpered, falling to the floor as he watched the corpse let out a shrill cry, her skin crackling and cooking under the amount of electricity pulsing through her.
(You must... or your friends will die. That was another wave of heavy artillery, your friends will die unless you kill the power source to the g*n, and this cursed gilded cage itself. Kill me, little Iscer
