Three gears, each one of a different size, joined together with the smallest linking the other two. Surrounding them was a large circle with four spikes, each one pointing in a different direction.
'... this is…'
[The Eternal Gear.] Volcan said. [It's the symbol of a religious movement that believes in the supremacy of machines and ascension through bionics.]
'I knew I recognized it from somewhere…' Dante frowned. 'Pretty sure it's a dead religion, tho.'
[That seems to be the case. There doesn't seem to be any groups that practice it openly, and its official church has long been disbanded.]
'All thanks to Eidolon and its Genomes.'
Clicking his tongue, Dante placed a hand on the android's shoulder, intending to return it to the Storage. As the neon green lines spread over the white alloy plates, a thought occurred to him.
'They aren't as dead as people think, though. The church, I mean.'
A dead organization wouldn't have military grade androids with its emblem running around.
