## The Last Giant of Light
> Humanity has entered the age of interstellar travel, and Ultraman has become a legend in history books.
> Until the human fleet is besieged by a superior civilization, and only in their despair do they remember the protector they drove away with their own hands.
> “Dr. Asuka, is the transformation device still in your office drawer?”
> I gaze out at the alien fleet blotting out the sky and answer softly:
> “It is, but there’s only enough energy for one last battle.”
The night in New Tokyo is torn apart by the piercing wail of sirens. I curl up in a cold corner, every breath dragging against the tearing pain beneath my ribs, every heartbeat as heavy as the desperate struggle of a dying beast. Sweat mixes with something stickier, soaking through the skin beneath my ragged clothes. In the distance, searchlight beams sweep wildly between the forest of skyscrapers like enormous, icy tentacles. Each time they pass over the filthy corner where I’m hiding, a sharper whine and the roar of engines rise around me.
“Target locked! Optical camouflage field has failed! Seventh Squad, surround the abandoned logistics center in the eastern district!”
The cold synthetic voice grinds through the air from the loudspeaker, carrying a nauseating indifference that suggests it controls everything.
They’re here.
Heavy metallic footsteps crush the concrete, drawing closer and crushing every last hope. Three “Oni Warriors” mechs seal off the exits from three directions. Their sharply angular black armor reflects a faint glow beneath the searchlights. Phase-folding cannons mounted on their shoulders shimmer with a dangerous blue light as they charge, their barrels aimed squarely at the shadowy corner where I’m hiding. They don’t look like machines
I think the writing is very good, but I only saw Cradle Set Sail. The first part is very good as a short composition. Later I plan to raise a zai'kan.