They cracked it open in a circle of foxfire.
The first words she spoke in ten years were not a thank you.
She smiled. It was a terrible, beautiful thing. koutetsu no majo annerose
She was the Iron Witch —a living paradox. A creature of cold metal who commanded forbidden blood magic.
The suit of armor known as —The Unbreakable Cage—was designed to trap a magic user for eternity. Its interior was a labyrinth of silent gears and pressure plates. Every time Annerose moved, the armor moved with her, crushing her a fraction tighter. Every time she tried to cast a spell, the cold iron lining devoured the mana before it could form. They cracked it open in a circle of foxfire
The Grand Mechanist, a man whose own heart was said to be a perpetual motion engine, raised a chrome-plated hand. "Annerose. By the authority of the Rational Order, you are condemned for the crime of Essence Corruption. You will be sealed."
What emerged was not the broken girl they expected. It was a terrible, beautiful thing
"You built your empire on my mother's bones," she said, her voice low but clear. "You turned her blood into coolant for your engines. Now, you fear I’ll un-weave your gears."