As Syren gets closer, he sees the death and destruction that is in his path. Mechs litter the ground, with troops from both factions littering the floor. He points down and drops to the street beside a struggling Kishimoto soldier. The man is stained black, with the lower part of his body crushed by a fallen mech. The soldier recognizes Syren.
"you... You're a doctor, right?"
Syren simply nods, speechless.
"t-tell, my daughter... My baby girl... That her daddy took d-down a giant robot. With... Him.." the man dies, the life draining from his eyes.
Syren wipes his eyes and looks towards the tower, anger and hate in his eyes. The regular blue rings around his wrists writhe and smoke, changing color as he stands amidst the destruction.
"this... Is not what I wanted. This isn't a battle, it's a genocide. It's not a fight between armies, it's a civil war." he looks at his hands and notices the runes have changed purple. He clenches his fists and looks back at the tower, his eyes cold and murderous.
