Around the time that Melody and Trisha's fight began, a lone figure stood perched on a mountain several hundred kilometers away. Its silhouette was cloaked in optical camouflage, blending seamlessly with the rugged terrain.
The Doppel stood motionless, its massive railgun anchored firmly to the ground. This wasn't an ordinary weapon—it was capable of firing projectiles weighing over a ton at supersonic speeds, making distance irrelevant. The pilot's gloved hand rested steadily on the trigger inside the cockpit as he aligned the scope.
"Target acquired. Confirming visual," the pilot muttered into his radio, his voice cold and clinical.
The digital scope displayed a magnified view of the First Training Dome. "Target: General Bethilda Gregory. Current location: Control Room of the First Training Dome. Lock-on complete. Awaiting orders."
A crackle of static was followed by an old, firm, commanding voice.
{...Proceed.}
