"It's all up to you now, Lorenzo."
Bola, who had been following closely behind, suddenly spoke. He patted Lorenzo's shoulder and then ran to the edge of the workshop.
A chain fell from above, Bola grabbed it, and with his foot on the protruding end of the chain, he was pulled up as the winch turned, drawing him into the sky.
"Sword Dancer is in position."
Another Third Generation Armor appeared atop the dome. After the storm at Black Mountain Hospital, at Bola's strong request, his ride was replaced with the safer Third Generation Armor, but since some armors were custom-made for the driver, Bola's was still being crafted in the furnace. For now, he had to settle for this mass-produced Sword Dancer.
Two sharp Giant Blades glowed coldly, and all security arms were ready.
"'Red Signal' begins."
Merlin spoke into the communicator.
