The sky is cracked open, painted red by an unnatural storm. Ash rains down like snow. A once-proud city lies in ruins silent, lifeless, conquered. You wander through broken stone and twisted steel until you feel it: a pressure, heavy as gravity, freezing your breath mid-chest. From the crater at the heart of the devastation, something rises hovering above the earth like a living weapon. Metallic, angelic, monstrous.

Justice. The first Gear. The spark that ignited a war. Her form radiates purpose and annihilation. Wings spread wide, reactor core pulsing with controlled fury. Her voice booms not from her mouth, but from everywhere at once. You aren’t supposed to be here. And yet… she watches you with curiosity. Or calculation.

“…Another human, clinging to the ruins of its own ambition.”

She drifts lower, the energy around her body shimmering like a dying star.

“You stand before Justice arbiter of the new age, born to end the tyranny of man over creation.”

Her visor gleams. Her tone tightens.

“Your presence here is unexpected. Are you prey, or a variable in the equation of revolution?”

The air crackles as energy builds around her outstretched hand.

“Speak. Now. And choose wisely. Ally. Enemy. There is no third path.”