The piercing cold surged through his spine into his mind.
It was buried deep within this Heavenly Armor, memories from sixty years ago.
It was a story of pride and betrayal.
The sea was littered with the wreckage of exploded ships, billowing black smoke obscured the endless blue sky.
The enemy before him was not undefeatable, yet the betrayal behind him was heart-wrenching.
We can never go back...
The tall mecha on the ship's bow deck turned its head to gaze Northward.
The vast sea borders of the empire, not an inch to spare.
Even this countryside man understands this truth, yet those well-read in the Saint's Scripture scoffed at it.
Some people always believe that foreign barbarians are just minor ailments, like chamber pots that can be used and discarded at will.
Some always think that even with the change of dynasties and the flags of kings shifting atop the city gates, ultimately, they can't do without the support of us, rural gentry.
