Back to the present moment—in the trembling cargo bay, thick with the stench of metal, Fujisawa staggered. One knee touched the floor, his hand pressed against the deep wound in his side that continued to spill warm blood. His breathing was labored, and from time to time, he coughed—splattering crimson onto the steel floor. In front of him, Ultro stood like a metal god of judgment, its visor glowing a deep, ominous red.
From Ultro's right palm, the metal shifted and transformed—shaping into the barrel of a long weapon. The surface of the gun glowed, signaling its energy activation.
[Target locked. Execution initiated.]
The barrel pointed directly at Fujisawa's forehead. In a split second, nothing human would remain.
But—BOOM!
