Utopia?

It was a low pitched whine that would start to be heard from a distance, a constant electrical tone emanating from the gravity repulsors of a Praetorian Drone. The spherical machines' central eyes glowed yellow, signalling caution, as they approached the scene. Any abnormality in Eldrazi would inevitably draw the drones in like moths to a light, as though the city had eyes with which to watch for both outsiders... and its own insiders. Today, however, the anomaly was a conspicuous spiritual being. The moment he stepped foot into the lands of Eldrazi, the living city had become aware of him. It arrived upon the floating landmass encased in armor, and in a place of peace, such an appearance already would set off alarms within the country's security. Far, far away, a blue-haired woman would stir at the presence, but make no action. This being—this Danava demon that had been identified—was of no acquaintance to the nation's sovereign. The drones would make do for now, set to rendezvous with the demon creature. And thus, the blue-haired one would rescind her gaze from the setting, allowing her creations to deal with it instead. For now, she was not interested in what this one was here for.

Three Praetorians in total would finally approach the Danava, their golden lights scanning his body up and down, flashing occasionally as they registered his armor, body type, and energy signature somewhere deep inside their memory banks. The only sounds they were making were various hums and other electrical tones, communicating amongst one another in a voice only they would be able to understand. Praetorians were the policing force of Eldrazi, and thus it was their duty to analyze potential threats however unlikely they may seem. Each unknown factor had to be archived for future reference, so that the nation's machines could better serve their purpose of defense. It was only when the male spoke, did one Praetorian stop its study of him and address it. The instant he closed his mouth, it fixed its reticule on his face and began speaking in a synthetic masculine voice that seemed friendly yet indifferent to him, and the glow of its lights would brighten with each syllable spoken. ''Warden? You must be mistaken. This landmass floats nineteen point three one two one kilometers above the Indian Ocean, above the cloud layer. Our databases do not make any mention of a 'Warden' in this area.''

The Drone maintained silence for a second, as the other two finally completed their scan of the Danava and his gear. ''Outlander, perhaps you merely have experienced a mental lapse,'' it suggested in the most polite fashion that was possibly achievable, impressive for a mere machine, ''You are in Auriok, city at the edge of Szalnor; Szalnor, being the capital of the Eldrazi Nation. You have heard of our leader, Nozomi, so it is safe to assume your brain is still functional, outlander. What is it that you must say to her?'' Given the neutral tone, it was difficult to tell if the Praetorians were capable of sarcasm or not, but it was certainly not in their code. It was simply the way they were built that they sometimes possessed odd verbose; there was no insult intended to the Danava, merely concern. It awaited response from the male, while behind the scenes it was searching for every relevant mention of 'Wardens' for this case across the internet and all obtainable databases.