Amidst the chaotic ruins of the city, five sleek aircrafts emerged on the horizon, each one bearing the sirens' insignia. They were unmistakably vanguards, sent to scout the situation. The soldiers stationed on the deck were all mechanically enhanced, and they swiftly assembled weapons from the components of their own bodies.
One of them couldn't help but click his tongue and remark in a mocking tone, "Where do they find the nerve to fight us on land?"
Despite the grim atmosphere, there was no hint of panic among them, not even when the aircrafts' artillery locked onto them.
For they had the Eldest Young Master standing behind them—humanity's greatest weapon and the strongest human recorded down history.
With a low mechanical hum, Noir's back split open, and from within emerged a barrel forged from alloys darker than space. The body pulsed with a bluish glow at the seams, and the same glow began lighting up on Noir's cybernetics eyes down to his entire body.
