Lasso's lips curved into a wicked grin as they observed the effects of the Third Movement's influence. This terrifying organization, born from the chaos of the plague, advocated for the acceleration of the Machias transformation process. To them, the flesh was naught but a confining cage, and the only path to true power lay in embracing the cold embrace of machinery. It was a doctrine that resonated with Lasso's own deviant desires, a symphony of twisted curiosity that tugged at their soul. But the Robot Separatists, those who fervently believed in the sentience and divinity of machines, stood as a formidable opposition to the Third Movement. Lasso's eyes wandered to the robed figures, their gazes reverent as they worshipped the mechanical beings they considered their deities. A clash of ideologies simmered beneath the surface, threatening to erupt into an all-out war that would consume Talaz Lagaar.
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