Monolith-Four is assembled from dense basalt blocks fitted so closely that the seams resemble dark stitching beneath the skin of a giant statue. Thick copper hoops bind his shoulders, ribs, and knees, greened by salt and polished bright where countless hands have checked them. Behind a heavy glass chest plate, an azure Star-Sand core pulses with the slow rhythm of a lighthouse. His movements are careful rather than slow, each step placed with the precision of a man who knows exactly how much force a pier can bear. Sea spray leaves a fine white crust along his joints, while furnace warmth from within gives the stone around his throat a faint, living heat. The unexpected thing is his delicate touch. He can set a cracked teacup on a table without rattling it, even though the same hands can haul a cargo cage through a storm.