Upon entering the dome library that Eliza prided herself in, it was now battlefield. Sharpnels of metal pieces of golems everywhere, books on the ground, and even the computers that Eliza used were smashed. Once we arrived, the pressure immediately got to me. The sparking lights just trying barely stay on made things feel dire. Siren was on one knee holding her stomach, Volv held the Avatar's mechanical arm trying to keep it in place, Olley taking shots with her Mark2 but it's complex armor system just wouldn't allow anything to pierce through, and Nitra was protecting Onagi from getting shot by some kind of debris. Pain was still coursing through my system and I couldn't keep up with what was happening. But there it was, a black and red metal Avatar. It stood menacingly in it's bipedal fo
