Glamoth’s skies were once a canvas strewn with stars in the eyes of children, until the shadow of the Swarm Disaster crushed everything.
“I can’t forget...”
A cold mech stood beside his parents’ corpses. An unknown fluid dripped from its metal joints, looking just like the blood-smeared drool of something that had been feeding.
“Dad... Mom...”
As hatred clawed at his throat, a sudden burning pain seized his eyes, and a crimson Two-Tomoe Sharingan spun into view.
He survived among the rubble with his little brother.
Mechs became his most haunting nightmare, the swarm a blade hanging over his head. And in his eyes, as his hatred grew, a web of vengeance slowly took shape.
“Glamoth’s iron, the swarm’s wings: I’ll take back everything you owe me, bit by bit, with my own hands.”
Until that day...
“My name is AR_26710. I am... a modified human from Glamoth.”
