"…"
What kind of emotion would appear in the heart of someone—who is forced to stand in front of a colossal giant?
Terror. Helplessness. Nervousness. Insignificance.
Any such word that is related to making a human feel as if they are but an ant can be used to describe the emotions that the young man finds himself basking in, as he stands before a figure—whose stature can only be compared to a mountain.
A full metal body of majestic white steel with wing like boosters mounted to its shoulders.
A spear garbed in the colors of the chilling seas, with a length that could skewer a dreadnought battleship from head to toe.
Its one eye that is located to the right side of its knight like face gives off an eerie blue shine, as the mechanical ring that acts as its iris shrinks—to zoom in on the ant like figure of the young man who stands beneath its heel styled feet.
How much resources would the creation of a similar knight cost, and just how advanced would a civilization need to be to even realize its creation?
"…"
Even if mortal hands are able to replicate this knight's shape, there are various fantasy factors to take into consideration, one of them being, the visible force of energy that is wrapping around the metal body that pushes it to act and to move.
This energy isn't something that humans can manufacture for there is something "lively" about it, going as far as to say that one would instinctively relate it to the supernatural.
Regardless, it is these factors that make this body of white steel difficult for mortals to wrap their untainted minds around.
[This world is already done for. There's no longer any meaning in staying here unless your wish is to die.]
The familiar voice of a supposed friend comes from the knight of white steel, as it directs the 310-meter spear in its right hand towards the young man.
"…"
Looking towards the giant of white steel's right eye, the young man forms an expression that is akin to a defeatist.
[Pathetic. Are you so filled with despair that you've lost even the ability to make a rational decision? I didn't take you as someone that is so weak minded.]
In a reprimanding tone, the voice speaks.
"…Right now, are you speaking to me as the almighty god, or are you speaking to me as my supposed friend?"
A hint of unwavering determination can be felt in the young man's voice, as he gazes fearlessly at the knight of white steel.
[…How very much like you to raise such a question.]
Seeing that determination, the one who commands the knight of white steel smiles in satisfaction.