In the pitch-black hangar, a figure covered in wounds limped inside and finally stopped at its center, his towering body seemingly trembling.
"Damn it!" the figure suddenly roared, slamming a fist into the steel pillar beside him.
Bang! Blood splattered, but Spartacus seemed completely oblivious to the pain in his hand. His heart brimmed with rage and bitter remorse...
If he had not gone soft and given in to Sura's desperate pleas, allowing her to accompany him here as his retainer, perhaps none of this would have happened.
He hated his own weakness and helplessness, but he hated this damned hierarchy even more!
Bang! Bang! Bang! His face twisted savagely, Spartacus threw punch after punch, as though he wanted to vent all his fury on himself, utterly disregarding the wounds on his fists that already exposed bone.
Behind him, the cold, blue-green Mecha gleamed faintly beneath a few dim indicator lights, silently watching it all...
Only after a long while did Spartacus collapse helplessly to the floor. Lying on his back, he panted violently, tears and snot streaming down his rugged, hard face.
"Morsy, I swear I'll kill you... Sura, forgive me, forgive me..." Spartacus lay in a daze, his eyes vacant, broken murmurs spilling from his lips...
He had thought that becoming a Bronze Warrior would let him change his own fate and that of the people around him. Reality, however, had shown him how little his efforts had changed anything. He was still nothing more than an ant struggling at the bottom.
The hard lines of the Bronze Mecha were reflected in Spartacus's eyes, but that powerful steel body no longer offered him even the slightest sense of security.
Even with it, he still could not protect the person he loved most...
"Oh? I sense a yearning from