The endless grassland stretched quietly under the white sun.
A soft breeze passed.
And then—
"…She's not her."
Zane's voice cut through the moment.
Maera and Selene blinked, still staring at Eira.
"She's Eira," Zane continued calmly. "And don't worry about her appearance."
Then he looked at Eira's exaggerated blank face.
"…And you—stop acting. You're overdoing it."
Eira instantly dropped the expression.
"Anyway," she said casually, clapping her hands once, "boss, take out the bots. I custom-made them. They're in your dimensional bag."
Zane didn't question it. He reached in and pulled out several small doll-like figures.
They looked like miniature versions of Eira.
He tossed them onto the ground one by one.
Maera frowned. "What… are those?"
Before Zane could answer—
Eira raised her hand.
"Command: initiate startup."
The dolls trembled.
Then—
They expanded.
Slowly at first… then rapidly.
