Well, great question.
For one, just what could he do to get the opening they were looking for?
Duke Leander frowned, thinking deeply. Then, suddenly—
"!!!"
A spark of inspiration struck him like divine revelation.
Of course! How could he have forgotten that?
The smug Duke straightened in his cockpit, eyes gleaming as if he had just remembered a long-lost treasure. He had kept this from the researchers—ohyes, all this time—waiting for the right moment. The perfect moment. And finally, he would see it with his own eyes without anyone getting in the way.
And then he pulled it out.
The battlefield stilled.
Because there, in the black-and-gold mecha's grip, appeared a massive two-handed greatsword, easily taller than a few vehicles. Its blade was a dark gray, with layered textures that looked like cracked stone plates fused together. Embedded within those cracks were glowing crystalline veins—lines of light that pulsed like blood through the metal.
