In the Republic's capital, Hel Seravia, Veyrion stood within the hangar of a monstrous machine: The Iron Colossus—a 300-meter walking fortress fueled by Shatter Inn and powered by the pain of those who died beneath its feet.
Veyrion's face was never seen. His body was wrapped in what looked like burning chains—each link whispering like a thousand souls.
He walked slowly up to a captive general.
"You built this nation on lies," Veyrion hissed, voice distorting the air. "Now I will burn those lies into truths… with fire."
With a flick of his hand, the general's body twisted into glass, then shattered.
Veyrion turned to his scientists.
"Deploy the Colossus to the front. I want them to see what hopelessness looks like."
The war had changed again.