The Sovereign Protocols' army stood waiting beyond the gray fields of Nexus. Thousands of soldiers lined the ground, all armed in their mech suits and ready to move once the shield fell.
The dark sky above them was restless. Thick clouds swirled, trembling with distant flashes, but no one dared to look away from the horizon.
They were trained for this. They were born for this. And now, they waited for the call.
At the center of the field stood Kael, the man who had become the face of their fire. His voice thundered through the metal plain, strong enough to cut through the cold air.
"Tell me!" Kael shouted, pacing before them. "What are you afraid of?!"
"Nothing, sir!" The soldiers roared back.
Kael grinned, that wild grin that made his eyes look like fire itself.
"You're damn right! Fear is for the weak! And weakness..." He paused and slammed his fist against his chest. "Weakness does not exist in the Sovereign Protocols!"