For millennia, he had slumbered deep within the heart of the sacred mountain, his majestic form obscured by time and forgotten by history. His black and orange chassis bore the regal features of a lion, while the mech's once vibrant systems lay dormant, the echoes of a bygone era. But now, a cacophony of prayers – voices thick with fear and despair – stirred him from his deep sleep.

Like a heartbeat, the code of his purpose pulsed back into existence. Protect the weak. Ensure their...