"Ah! Lord Tyberos, you've finally returned!"
The moment Tyberos and his companions appeared above the mortal camp that had once belonged to the Carcharodons Chapter, the entire camp erupted. Deafening, overwhelming cheers burst forth.
The cheers were like surging ocean waves, each swell louder than the last. They rang across the sky as though they would break through the clouds and reach the heavens.
The logistics personnel in particular stared wide-eyed at the returning Tyberos and the others, their faces brimming with delight.
When they saw that Tyberos and the other warriors had not only become taller and more imposing, but were also clad in Power Armor far finer and more impressive than before, they could barely contain their excitement.
Their thunderous cries erupted like a volcanic blast, spilling from their mouths and weaving through the air into a stirring anthem.
Tyberos smiled as his gaze slowly swept over the familiar faces before him. Though he usually maintained a cold, expressionless demeanor, a faint, gratified smile still appeared on his resolute face as he faced the comrades who had once fought through life and death alongside him.
The smile was slight, yet filled with warmth and goodwill, allowing others to glimpse the softness buried deep within this iron-blooded warrior's heart.
Tyberos's gaze continued onward, and he soon noticed that the logistics personnel were now equipped from head to toe in entirely new gear.
They no longer wore the crude protective carapace armor of the past. Every one of them had been issued Power Armor exclusive to the Defense Force and carried a variety of powerful, advanced personal weapons.
At the sight, pride welled up in Tyberos's heart, and his smile grew even brighter, as radiant as flowers blooming in spring.
A group of ordinary mortals from the Carcharodons Chapter rushed