The ruins of Hellion Prime stood silent.
For the first time in decades, the world was free.
But freedom was never the end.
It was just the beginning.
A World Without Hellion
Ryo stood on the wreckage of the last Hellion war machine, overlooking the shattered city.
The war was over.
But the world was still broken.
Governments had fallen.
The people had no rulers—only survivors.
And in the void of power, chaos was rising.
> [NEW DIRECTIVE: REBUILD OR RULE?]
Ryo clenched his fists.
This wasn't about war anymore.
It was about what came next.
A Choice That Defines the Future
Serra stepped beside him, arms crossed. "You know what people are calling you?"
Ryo smirked. "Let me guess. Monster? Tyrant?"
She shook her head.
> "The Iron King."
Ryo laughed.
Then—his expression hardened.
Because the truth was simple.
The world needed order.
And if no one else could lead it—
Then he would.
> "Hellion ruled through fear."
"I'll rule through strength."
"And this time—no one gets left behind."
The Ironborn Nation
Karin grinned, resting a rifle on her shoulder. "Guess that makes us your royal court?"
Krieg chuckled. "Long live the Ironborn."
Vos just sighed. "Let's hope this doesn't end with us being the new enemy."
Ryo gazed at the horizon.
A world without Hellion.
A world that needed a leader.
> And he was ready to become one.
The Age of Iron Begins
As the sun rose over the battlefield, Ryo Kisaragi took his first step toward the future.
Not as a soldier.
Not as a weapon.
But as the first ruler of the Ironborn.
And the world would never be the same again.