BOOM!
A blood-red lightning bolt streaked across the sky. It appeared like a giant, bloody meteorite crashing forcefully into the depths of Alloy Island.
The booming sound was relentless, as if the blood-red meteor was piercing through the steel fortress underground, its descent echoing nonstop.
The massive Alloy Island, comparable to an anthill under sudden attack, trembled. Titanic gun ports rose from the ground, and countless fully-armed personnel poured out from the base.
WHOOSH—HISS—
A few individuals wearing lavish, noble metallic masks stared at the meteorite's crash point, as if awaiting something.
Not long after, BOOM!
At the crash site of the blood-red meteor, a terrifying aura surged abruptly. Broken alloy slates, concrete fragments, and similar debris were lifted by an invisible tornado, spiraling into the sky.
A colossal, eight-armed figure rose slowly from the vortex.
A robust man wearing a platinum mask dangled from one of its arms.
