Only one year remained before he had to leave the plane of the Molten Iron Mountain Range.
「Cybertron. Assembly and Debugging Area.」
Twelve massive Magic Power lamps illuminated the entire space down to the finest detail. The Factory Servants had all been withdrawn, and all equipment was shut down. In the vast workshop, only Allen remained.
And before him, the silent, towering white colossus.
Its porcelain-like armor shone with a warm luster under the lights. Golden Rune lines snaked along the edges of the armor, like the bas-relief carvings on a temple colonnade.
The dark silver Mithril-tungsten steel frame gave the body a slender, well-proportioned form, like a marble statue brought to life—completely different from the sharp, angular design of the Freedom Gundam.
A Corinthian-style war helm replaced the traditional faceplate.
No light shone from the T-shaped visor slit; the soul within was still slumbering.
