Time was running out. Ron entered a sealed chamber filled with the smell of engine oil and metal.
At the end of the chamber stood an Armor-Donning Mechanical Platform, with two rows of silent Custodian Warriors in Power Armor standing on either side ahead of it.
He walked up to the Armor-Donning Mechanical Platform and spread his arms. Several maids immediately stepped forward, removing his ornate dark-gold robes until only the black soft underlayer remained.
The growth of the Power of Hope had continually strengthened his physique. Now, lean, refined muscles covered his body, making him look rather imposing.
He stepped onto the platform and stood in place.
"Begin..."
At their master's command, the black-robed Servitors immediately extended their mechanical arms and activated the platform.
Click. The engine vibrated, and the mechanical arms on the Armor-Donning Mechanical Platform began to move.
The mechanical arms gripped the components of the Power Armor, fitting layer after layer of its inner armor onto Ron.
Soon, several black-robed Servitors carried the heavy outer armor onto the platform and completed the final fitting.
This was one of the assets that allowed Grant House to control Earth Planet.
Grant House possessed the technology to manufacture a suit of Power Armor, even if it was a Force-Feedback Power Armor that the Imperium had phased out many versions ago.
Once the Power Armor had been fitted, the armor's power system activated, producing the faint grinding sound of mechanical gears.
Ron tried moving around and found that aside from a slight delay in responsiveness, there were no other issues.
It was outdated technology, after all. If his development went smoothly, he would soon be able to replace this thing.
After the armor was fitted and he put on the crown, the Servitors brought over his weapon as well: a