In the depths of the Fortress Area.
The most advanced Heavenly Mechanism Armor was covered in ash and dried blood, making the silver articulated shell look mottled and as if it were corroded. Qu Tong wiped its joints with a moist cloth, as gently as one might treat a prematurely deceased daughter, to prevent it from getting stuck during the upcoming battle.
"Boss."
A series of hurried footsteps, the door opened, and Iron Skull, who was missing an eye and half of his brain, replaced by a metal plate, spoke up: "Orders from above have come down; we are to capture someone alive, a kid; we need to set out right now."
"I know."
