"So, I was thinking... if someone has to die anyway, why couldn't that person be me?"
The man said calmly, "—So, I saved it."
Amidst the deep words, the Ruin Dragon Rider, the truck once riddled with holes, suddenly fell apart. But hidden beneath its frame, a massive alloy skeleton and countless gigantic instruments, akin to internal organs, boomed together, emitting dazzling electrical sparks.
It was like a rebirth.
Alloy wings spread, and lights as bright as the sun flared from its eyes.
From the swirling dust, the once-dead Red Dragon, built from steel, once again revealed its immense silhouette from Hell.
"Fuck you, you old bastard!" the voice that once inhabited the Shackles cried out again, speaking eloquently, "Surprised? Unexpected, wasn't it?"
The dust was scattered by the storm.
Having shed its cumbersome truck shell, the reborn Steel Dragon grinned, casting a vast, sky-blotting shadow.
