Divine Eagle.
In a town devoid of life, eerily silent, yet filled with a sense of mechanical science fiction.
In a research institute, a video call appeared in front of a young man with short brown hair, a face full of acne scars, a mechanical prosthesis for an arm, and even one mechanical eye.
The screen displayed a blurred figure.
Whatever the person on the other end had said, the young man with acne scars showed a disdainful expression.
"Hmph, I've said it before, that Pari is useless,"
"Relying on a little background, he pushes this one around, that one around, turning the association into a one-man show. With no real strength of his own, now look where it's got him,"
"That Jack is also a waste, idiotic enough to get involved with Pari."
"Regardless of what happens to them next, they've brought it upon themselves,"
