Last Preparations

Three days later:

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In the harsh, unyielding light of the factory, a man with purple skin found himself ensnared by the cold embrace of fear, standing amidst the gleaming mechanical arms of the production line he supervised.

'Can they sense my apprehension? Why are they here?' The enigma of the alien entities before him unraveled his composure, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty and nervously shuffling with his feet.

The factory floor resounded with the clamor of metal striking concrete as a trio of towering figures clad in black armor surveyed their surroundings. The armor was etched with glowing runes, and from its joints and seams protruded tubes and devices that sparkled with life.

Under the helmets adorned with horns that seemed to bridge the realms of sorcery and advanced technology, golden lights flickered behind visors of crimson-stained glass.