Freedom City.
Ever since the Fallen Ones held a ritual here, Freedom City seemed unable to recover. Even after so much time had passed, this Underground City was still no longer as prosperous as it once had been.
The slums had been sealed off as well, and even now, there was no sign of them being reopened.
That day.
Commander Wood had just finished breakfast when he heard that Michael had arrived.
A moment later, he met the silver-haired old man.
Looking at his "old friend," Wood was overcome by a moment of disorientation.
He remembered the days when Morton had been the leader of Freedom Wings. Back then, they often sat together like this to discuss their next move.
In the blink of an eye, he had grown old. And now, the body that had once belonged to Morton housed Michael's will.
"What's wrong?"
Michael asked.
Wood came back to himself, shook his head, and smiled. "Nothing. I just remembered some interesting things from the past."
He looked at the silver-haired old man and said solemnly, "You've been to the Ruins for over a year. Did you gain anything?"
Michael said indifferently, "With the help of those people from the East, I finally saw Kunlun Palace."
Wood had already heard about this.
He had also heard that the Strategic Affairs Department had found a Teleportation Anchor connected to Kunlun Palace. But the Strategic Affairs Department soon announced that the Teleportation Anchor would not be made public for the time being.
This meant that the other mecha groups could not enter Kunlun Palace.
Michael continued, "Now that I'm back, I want to know how you've considered my proposal from last time."
Wood came back to himself.
Last time, Michael had suggested that the Freedom Wings council prepare a group of