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Zhou is blown back not because it is lifted by the shockwave but the sheer force of wind howling tones through its hollow body and the boulders ringing hard against its metal body. The rock its powerful rear legs were buried inside crumpled like so much clay as the Zhou's rippled ferroplasm skin tensed that it gave no ground. As the wind and rage of that shockwave died down the tonal scream faded to a carol of winds pushing back in from the implosion. Zhou eyed the destruction with a purple glow leaking through from the core of a sparking metal body. They were intellectual creatures but focused on the collective self of mankind rather than carrying a strong identity of their own collective like Jinhai. They were tools of metal to be used by those deemed worthy of the Emperor of Mankind. That such power existed in this mankind swelled the pips of light in his eyes to full attention.

Zhou's choral voice carried loudly in response. Along those belled winds it carried through a luminous mouth, hard edged tongue, and discerning eye now directed upon Aedard's stage, "The mankind sees a well graven image of strong creatures envied by many nations for their power. The power leaders sought to sit atop with fire and blood to lead the will the crowd with metal. He sees not merely that base steel that may crack but metal of the crowd's concordant heart beating for an enternal nation of Mankind. He knows as long as that crowd still beats and bleeds then edged metal will sing for blood spilled in their name. Even if just to bask in the roar of drumming feet hearing the thunderous concordance of crowd."