The sky over Tokyo had been stripped of its natural blue, replaced by a suffocating shroud of Blood-Rust, the microscopic remains of the God of War's fallen Iron Behemoth. Levitated in the heavy, humid air, billions of iron filings acted as a conductor for the celestial energy humming from the golden fleet above. Shinjuku was no longer a city of neon and glass. It was a circuit board, and the God of Light was preparing to flip the switch.
Ren Hanshin stood atop the spasmed, skeleton of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building, his hair matted with rain and the golden blood of the Seraph he had slain. His breathing was a ragged, rhythmic sound, each exhale puffing out a cloud of freezing mist.
[Divine Mana: 21/150]
[System Warning: Divine Vessel is experiencing 82% Muscle Fatigue.]
[Synchronization: 49.8%]
