After entering through the back door, the two arrived in the church's receiving room.
Several metal carts stood against the wall. Boxes of food and medicine were neatly stacked on shelves, while other unopened supplies were piled in a corner.
Besides those, a considerable amount of Sentinel Robot wreckage was piled here.
"What do they want this stuff for?"
Psylocke voiced her confusion.
"...Perhaps as some kind of guard force?"
Miles murmured to himself and was about to approach for a closer look when he discovered that the mechanical wreckage had begun to tremble.
Buzzz-
Strands of eerie scarlet light seeped through the gaps in the wreckage, spreading rapidly across the metal surfaces like blood vessels. Then the rusted, broken armor began shaking violently, and the mechanical limbs scattered across the floor actually assembled themselves!
"What?!"
Miles's expression changed, and he instinctively grabbed Psylocke and backed away.
"Have we been exposed?"
Psylocke reached back to grip her sword hilt, watching the reassembling machines warily.
The next moment, however, they realized that the Scarlet Sentinels seemed to be ignoring them entirely.
Amid shrill metallic scraping, the battered mechanical bodies slowly rose into the air and charged upward.
Boom!
The skylight abruptly shattered, and several Scarlet Sentinels shot into the sky, trailing blood-red light as they flew straight toward the square.
Miles looked up at their receding figures, his expression growing grave.
"...They've been summoned by the fighting in the square. The Feirotus Sect really does have a way to operate the Scarlet Sentinels. Now I'm even more curious about this so-called 'Rust Magic'..."
"Then what do we do now?" Psylocke asked.
Meanwhile, faint voices came from deep in the corridor on the other side, as though someone had noticed the disturbance here.
Miles paid them no mind, however, and headed straight