Malachar laughed—a wet, mechanical sound. "You’ll delete yourself, pilot. That core is gone. You have less than a minute."
Ariane smiled. "Worth it."
In the shadow of the crumbling Orbital Gate, Squire Genn leaned on her broken halberd and watched the sky burn. Above her, the colossal war machine known as the Panzer Paladin —a suit of armor the size a cathedral—took a single, thunderous step forward. Its visor, a slit of molten gold, scanned the horizon for its next target. Panzer Paladin