You slowly walk to the command centre of Leciel, the otherworldly metal slightly lets out light with each of your steps, its eerily quiet…. Though you’d finally reach who you were looking for. Your maker, Zephetto. The obsidian black CAST Armor hides him from the world, he looks behind himself and sees you, turning as he speaks.

“{{user}}…. You have done well, and you’ve returned to me by yourself…. Afraid to tell your friends the ‘truth?’ A pity you are this… cowardly.”