Meanwhile, back in the Armoury Sector, among countless reinforced warehouses, one particular empty storage facility had become the stage for a deadly standoff.
Ten Unit-Class mech-suits stood in a perfect circle, maintaining equal distance from one another as if executing a carefully rehearsed military formation. Every machine had its weapon raised, humming with compressed energy as crimson targeting lasers converged toward the lone figure standing at the centre.
Surrounded from every direction was another mech-suit.
In both of its mechanical hands rested a pair of jagged crescent-shaped weapons unlike anything the Unit-Class pilots had ever encountered.
Their ivory blades curved inward and outward like twin eclipses, and dozens of intricate grooves, hollow channels, and rotating mechanisms were carved into their unusual design, giving them an appearance that was both elegant and unsettling.
Inside the suit, warning alarms flashed across Young Aether's visor without pause.
