Imon Ingvar looked up at one of the most special and unique mechs in the Larkinson Clan.
Though it had been overshadowed by the prime mechs and the expert mechs in recent times, there was no doubt that it was still one of the most unique and impressive mechs that the patriarch had ever designed and built.
Still, as much as Imon enjoyed the privilege of piloting this great and powerful machine, he felt it was not the mech that matched him the best.
Soon, his turn would come to an end. The mech would be passed on to another expert candidate to see whether it could assist in helping them break through.
"Brother."
"Sister."
A caped woman wearing a light grey uniform with officer markings had entered the small hangar bay of the Graveyard and approached the dormant mech.
"It's been a while since I saw the Quint." She remarked.
"It's been a while since I saw you, Casella."
