Deep in a ruined city piled high with rust and dust, Hel opens his eyes inside an unfamiliar pod, emerging from chaos.
He has no past, only the cold mechanical voice in his mind calling itself the System, and a set of false memories forcibly implanted in him.
When the crimson eyes of an unknown machine horde flare in the shadows, the silver blades of the YoRHa troops slice through the smoke.
The Resistance, the Pods, 2B... His identity as a “human” sends shockwaves through them all.
The creators are dead, yet their creations fight among themselves.
In the name of humanity, I will make them into a new humanity!
“May the glory of the androids endure forever.”
