The System Mecha is so unscientific

The crisp air was filled with anticipation as Da West approached the outskirts of Greenland City, his heart pounding with excitement and curiosity. The remnants of what was once a stable reality—the **Tear Ruins**—stretched before him, a jagged scar across the landscape that whispered of fragmented dimensions lost to time. Tall, crumbled structures loomed like ancient giants, and the ground was strewn with twisted remnants of civilizations that had fallen through the cracks of reality.

Da paused at the entrance, taking in the surreal sight. It was as if he had stepped into a realm caught between worlds, where echoes of lost histories lingered amidst a haunting stillness. The air shimmered with the energies trapped within the ruins—an amalgamation of magic and mechanics. Mystical particles floated like dust motes, swirling in patterns that hinted at the dimensions from which they came.

Before him lay the Tear Crater, a sprawling expanse where various dimensions had collided and fractured. Some fragments glowed faintly, hinting at the wonders contained within, while others lay dark and foreboding, their energies twisted and chaotic.

As Da ventured further, he could feel the hum of power beneath his feet. He carefully navigated the debris, aware of the potential threats hidden among the wreckage. He recalled Mirra’s warning about the guardians of the ruins—spectral beings formed from the essence of lost Awakeners—who roamed these grounds, protecting the artifacts that had been left behind.

“Stay alert,” he murmured to himself. The excitement of the mission pulsed in rhythm with the residual energy that flowed through the air, each breath he took imbued with the potential for discovery.

Suddenly, a low rumble resonated beneath him, causing the ground to tremble. Da stumbled but regained his footing, eyes darting around. Shadows flickered through the cracks of the ruins as a sharp crack sounded—a visible distortion wavered in the air, and reality seemed to ripple unnervingly.

Then it occurred—the ground gave way beneath his feet, and with a deafening roar, part of the ruins collapsed inward, creating a new pit filled with shimmering debris. The ancient structure began to disintegrate, releasing waves of energy that coalesced around him, casting a dazzling light across the darkened fragments.

Recovering quickly, Da realized he’d have to navigate the newly formed chasm. He was determined to explore this pocket of fractured reality. Gripping his tools tightly, he advanced cautiously to the edge of the tear, peering down into the depths. Within the chasm, a glimmer caught his eye—an object pulsating with a vibrant blue light, one that seemed to call to him.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows of the crumbling walls, stepping into the light. The shape coalesced into a humanoid form, shimmering ethereally with the flickering vestiges of its previous existence. It was one of the guardians, transformed by the very energy this realm housed—a lost soul tied to the remnants of its fractured universe.

The guardian’s eyes glowed a bright white, a blend of sorrow and rage. “Why have you come here, Weaver of Threads?” it intoned, voice echoing with otherworldly resonance. “This place is not meant for the living. Turn back, or be consumed by the chaos of what was lost.”

Da instinctively raised his hands in a defensive manner, his heart racing. “I am not here to disrupt anything! I seek the Mystic Ether to aid my craft and protect my city. I mean no harm.”

The guardian’s gaze hardened, assessing him with a piercing scrutiny. “Your intentions may be noble, but greed blinds even the purest of hearts. This land bears witness to loss, to those who sought power and were consumed by it. To move further, you must prove your worth.”

With a wave of its hand, the guardian conjured a series of illusions—figures of those who had come before Da, each battling unseen foes in a dance of despair. The air thickened with emotions of fear and regret. “Face what remains of their burdens. Only by showing understanding can you proceed.”

Da steeled himself, aware that he was not merely facing a phantom but a fragment of a greater truth. The figures danced forward, and Da found himself thrust into the heart of their turmoil—raw energy tangled with the shadows of failure.

He was suddenly immersed in a chaotic landscape of swirling skies and splintered paths, the echoes of battle reverberating around him. Da realized he needed to channel his energy, embracing the spirits’ emotions to gain the understanding required to pass through.

Facing a figure wreathed in shadow, Da found the energy to confront the fear that lingered in the guardian’s reflection of a lost past. “I understand pain!” he shouted, memories of his own struggles flooding his mind—the self-doubt, the fear of failure, the weight of expectations.

As he spoke, a powerful light began to emanate around him, allowing him to connect with the emotions of the spectral forms. “You fought for your home! You loved fiercely; you dared to dream! I can honor that!”

With every ounce of willpower, Da spoke their truths, finding strength in their collective pain. The shadows receded, and the figures began to shimmer, their tormented expressions softening as they recognized his sincerity.

In that moment of unity, Da felt the raw essence of the Tear Ruins channel through him, granting a glimpse into the past. He saw visions of warriors, scholars, and artists; each had contributed to the beauty of a once-vibrant universe now torn asunder. With this understanding, he grasped the thread of their legacy, weaving it into his intent.

The guardian looked upon him with a renewed gaze, the fury ebbing to uncertainty and clarity. “You have perceived the echoes of our sorrow. You may proceed, but tread lightly. The deeper you delve, the more you risk losing yourself in what lies beneath.”

Da nodded solemnly, resolved yet cautious. “Thank you for granting me this chance. I will not forget what I’ve learned here.”

With that, the guardian stepped aside, merging back into a swirl of light, revealing the path further into the Tear Ruins—a duality of shimmering hope and hidden risks.

As Da moved past the guardian, he felt a surge of empowerment. The blue light from the chasm pulsed brighter, beckoning him. Every step into the ruins stirred the energy around him—his muscles tingling and sensations heightened. He approached the glowing artifact at the base of the newly created pit, fingers trembling at the thought of what it could become.

But he knew challenges lay ahead, the remnants of lost dimensions waiting to test him further. With determination in his heart, he prepared to uncover the mysteries of the Tear Ruins, committed to harnessing the potent power within—and to forging a new path for himself, even amid the lost echoes of that which had once been.