Night

"End it, Alexander."

The last trace of the sun's afterglow dropped behind the mountains. The moment Nelson's words fell, a scorching beam shot from Alexander's lone eye, bright enough to pierce any night and fog. It hung high amid the silver rain blanketing the sky, like an unyielding sun.

Its massive body slowly emerged from the silver rain. Though it now possessed a skeletal frame resembling a human's, the machinery and armor clinging to it still had the rigid, iron-hard style of before. The metal armor covering its whole body showed no fixed color. At first glance, it looked like the bronze skirt armor of warriors from ancient times, but from another angle, one could see a silver gleam smoother than a mirror. Take two steps back, and gold edging wrapped around silver armor, like a king leading a campaign in person. It seemed to exist within a chaotic current of time that shifted every moment without order. No matter what era someone came from, one look at it was enough to tell them it was an invincible warrior.

Nearly every gaze fixed upon it sank into an instinctive intoxication. Its beauty seemed almost entirely natural—the structure of its upper body showed even more exaggerated lines than it had a few hours ago. Arms that reached straight to the ground connected to sharp Fortresses at its shoulders that stabbed into the sky, like two towering spires reaching the heavens. Its shoulder width, almost occupying the entire inner city, rapidly narrowed at the waist, making its torso look like the most standard inverted triangle imaginable. The legs it used for walking seemed somewhat frail compared with its powerful torso, but the overall structure did not appear disharmonious for that. It was as if a giant of such enormity ought to have