A Resonance in Iron

The stillness broke with a low vibration in my chest. I drew a slow breath, feeling weight settle into my heavy boots. My right hand, coiled around the clawed microphone staff, tightened deliberately. I nudged the metal claw slightly against the smooth surface beneath me, producing a crisp, metallic click that echoed through the quiet space. The metal felt SilverfoxLobo cold, real, and responsive. I tilted my chin upward, testing the reach of my voice with a quiet, measured hum. The tale begins here.