"Wait... the Rex?!" someone blurted out. "The Immortal Titan? The guy who fought off the Khryssari invasion seven years ago?"
"The very same," the young man replied, smirking. "And if you're wondering why she's so beat up, it's because Rex doesn't just sit around polishing his medals. Wherever he goes, trouble follows."
The crowd leaned closer to the window, their awe intensifying as they studied the ship's elegant, damaged form.
One of the merchants, an older man with a heavy coat and a cigar tucked behind his ear, let out a low whistle. "I heard stories about that guy. They say he's not even human anymore. More like a walking weapon."
The engineer shrugged. "Depends who you ask. But I'll tell you one thing: if he's here, it means something big is about to go down."
