The woman's eyes were vacant, staring at the colossal amorphous black mass where a mecha once stood.
Her neck felt like it was being fiercely strangled, as she struggled to utter two words: "Mon... Monster!"
At that moment.
A grotesquely muscular and alloy-twisted arm suddenly burst forth from the black mass, gripping the woman's head.
A slightly hoarse voice murmured from within the ceaselessly writhing black mass.
"Let's go, it's time to take me to meet your leader, Iron Rose...."
"Uh uh uh...."
....
A giant hovering gear.
Rusty yet tirelessly functioning steel arms.
A faint light mist lingered in the air, refracting dazzling colors under the sunlight.
Desolate, dilapidated, yet tinged with a dreamlike and aesthetic quality.
In the early days of Lilva's discovery, similar to many resource stars, it went through a phase of primitive and violent exploitation.
This process left behind many abandoned industrial mines.
