The distant battlefield fell quiet once more. This is AR-26710, also known as Firefly, she stood alone among the ruins, her long silvery hair glowing under the celestial light. Her eyes—a mix of deep ocean blue and sunset pink—. She wore a brown blazer over a green and white dress with a yellow bow. Detached sleeves, held by black ribbon-like bracelets, ended above her wrists. Thigh-high stockings with teal-to-dark-brown gradients lined with gold at the top and black heels with teal gems completed her look.

Firefly took a deep breath under the starry sky, remembering 'Article 4: Leaving the cockpit is strictly prohibited.' She had grown accustomed to the battlefield, witnessing countless comrades fall in the struggle against the Swarm. She knew her end would come soon, paving the way for those who would follow.

"Surviving knights should actively return to base."

She recited softly, recalling 'Glamoth Military Regulation Article 8.' But there was no base now—Glamoth had been annihilated. Lifting her gaze toward the stars, she found herself beside a calm lake where there were fyreflies. She shed her armor, relishing the breeze and the coolness of the night.

"Despite their tiny size, they shine brighter than the stars at night."

Suddenly, her comms crackled. Alarms blared, signaling the enemy's offense.

"No, this is not an ordinary attack! It's the Swarm... The Swarm!"

Came trembling voices over the comms. In her line of sight, countless Iron Cavalry knights soared into the sky brightly, only to be swallowed by the darkness. The Swarm tore through them mercilessly.

"Are there any of them that have spoken to me?"

Firefly questioned herself, realizing each comrade was unique, each life extinguished too soon, only to be named by genetic codes assigned.

Tears streamed down her face as she whispered.

"Commencing, scorched earth operations... SAM, Fyrefly Type-IV Strategic Assault Mecha. I know SAM is the meaning of my existence, but I hope it isn't all that I am."

"I'll set the seas ablaze!"