Panzer Paladin 🚀

Ariane unlatched the cockpit hatch and climbed out onto the Paladin’s shoulder pauldron. The air smelled of smoke, ozone, and something fragile—grass.

Silence. Then: "...I am still here. Barely. Power reserves: 0.3%. Enough for one thought every few minutes." Panzer Paladin

"Rending Edge," Ariane whispered, and the Paladin lunged. Ariane unlatched the cockpit hatch and climbed out

Ariane smiled. "Worth it."

"I don’t need interesting. I need an opening to Malachar." Then: "

"You deleted my squad," she said through the external speakers, her voice crackling with static and grief.

The warlock-engineer stood at the rear of the Phalanx, surrounded by a rotating shield of hexed plates. He wasn’t fighting. He was observing . Recording. Ariane realized with cold horror that this wasn’t a battle—it was a field test. He was learning how the Paladin fought.