"We also anticipated that, so the armor is waiting for you."
The executor of this plan had already thought of everything, and even the armor was prepared. Bluebird was full of confidence, believing that God was favoring the battlefield.
Thus, as Bluebird spoke, the last steam tram slowly arrived. Its armored coating was matte black, reflecting almost no light. If it weren't for the low rumble of its engine, no one would detect its arrival. Endless steam was released as the gate opened, the gray-white mist outlining a hideous silhouette beneath.
But it seemed that wasn't steam; Galahad could only feel an inexplicable chill in that mist. It must have been cold air, as this Iron Serpent was a moving ice vault. As the gate opened, green lights illuminated within, accompanied by a faint song, as if a woman were singing inside.
