Flay's Decision

How many people had taken up blades and guns, driven by the desire to protect what lay in their hearts?

Only to defend their loved ones, their homeland, their beliefs, their freedom—to defend everything the enemy had taken from them.

Yet ironically, despite sharing the same feelings and fighting for the justice in their hearts,

they instead deepened their mutual hatred and ignited even more wars.

Kira felt that way now.

As the flames of war spread ever farther, he gradually lost sight of his direction.

Through the haze, he always felt that a black shadow stood in his path.

"Can everything I've done truly be called right...?"

With a sigh, Kira raised his head to gaze at the pitch-black starry sky, his eyes drifting in confusion.

In a corner behind him, Flay listened to Kira's sigh, her gaze flickering uncertainly.

Beneath the massive dome at the center of the Bonaparte's hull stood three gigantic armored weapons.

Their armor gleamed with an ominous black light. Their shapes were bizarre, and they were so enormous that it was difficult to take in their full forms.

The GFAS-X1 Destroyer Gundam—also known as the Strategic Armored Armament Fortress.

Two bent supports extended beneath its disc-shaped body, making it resemble a crab.

Yes, it was an MA, and terrifying firepower was concealed within that colossal frame.

"These are your new weapons."

Prea stood to one side and spoke to Sting and the other three.

Sting studied the enormous machines before him, his expression somewhat complicated. Such destructive weapons involuntarily reminded him of the first war.

"The Prototype Destiny Gundam, Noel Cassia..."

Unlike Sting, Mudy was exceptionally excited. She would never forget the humiliation the Prototype Destiny Gundam had inflicted upon her.

Canard merely curled his lip in disdain. This thing only looked big.