60 kilometres to the north-west of West Guardian Island, smoke billowed out of a damaged battleship. On its deck stood a figure donned in a suit of crystallised armour. What was surprising was the fact that his suit of crystal armour that once shone with the radiance of the moon now looked like it was charred black by fire. There were a series of spider-web like cracks in the regions of his chest while many parts of his helmet had broken down into numerous pieces.
“I told you guys…not to underestimate the humans. Now, look at what happened to us.” Wutak looked like he was speaking to someone but it felt more like his words were directed at himself.
He gazed at a small ice block that was filled with frozen humans with complicated gazes. If he hadn’t planned to capture some humans he
